Open Arms - Vales

There’s a turmoil brewing

My arms are open wide

And I’m standing in the storm path

Tranquil in my stride

There are too many stories behind the lines of my skin I’m wearing it thick

But they’re wearing me thin

Compulsion draws me in

Compulsion draws us under

We strive to search

But we’re never really sure

Of what we’re looking for

We strive to search

But we’re losing ourselves

Lost in the process

Never lose sight of what it is to lose it all

These eyes, hide, these eyes, show nothing

But I’ll never lose sight of what it is to lose it all