Divided - Sienna Skies

As I listen to my brother speak of the hell inside his head — I wonder if it’s

in me too

And too often I’m thinking the same thing, my indecision is my own — But he

proved me wrong

These words run deeper

The imperfections and differences of our skin, only mean one thing — The hell

in me is the same hell in him

The dead are alive and I can’t help but sit back and wonder if something is

wasted, something is wasted

Because you and I are fighting the same fight

We are divided, we woke from a dream where we once were united

We are divided and we’re kept awake hoping you can unite us

I’ll walk through hell and back

Cold blood streaming through my eyes

I’m sick of walking in circles

I’m killing myself just to prove to you I am alive

The dead are alive and I can’t help but sit back and wonder if something is

wasted, something is wasted

Because you and I are fighting the same fight and it’s time you know,

I won’t leave you here to fight alone