Lyrics
Dark Corners
By Ian G. Clifton
November 4th, 2004
I used to go in those dark corners
Greeted by the voice of creating
But lately when I have gone down there
I find I'm the only one who's speaking
I talk, I shout, I cry so loud
But my answers are only echoes
I wonder where creation went to
I wonder if anyone knows
It's so empty, the way I feel
It's so dark, the way I see
I'm sitting in the candle light
Waiting for some company
No one enters the dark place
So I am forced to imagine
Someone is here asking me
Where I'm going, where I've been
I consider those two questions
I think about destiny
I remember all of my past
My answer comes not easily
I clench my jaw and wet my lips
I take a breath and then I say
Everywhere that I have been to
Has made me who I am today
I have not been everywhere
Just as I'm not everyone
But I remember who I am
And I remember what I've done
I have been through rains of tears
I have trudged through floods so deep
I have been through scary times
Times so bad I could not sleep
And on those nights so restless
I had no one to hold close
I lived in my solitude
I lived feeling so morose
But then I would seek my passion
Letting it fill me up inside
I would find a way to focus
Forcing all the pain to subside
I could let out who I was
All those thoughts buried so deep
I could let my heart flow free
Reach for the dreams of my sleep
But when that creation is over
That passion, that moment, that glory
I am once more the person I've been
And that instant is a fresh story
I read it and I wonder
Did I father that passion
Will others understand it
Or am I the only one
Will people read it
If so, will they see
There is something more
This is not for me
I fall asleep once more
And that is when I know
All the people who listen
See a different show
The words are not of concrete
They are but colors of paint
Dropped on an empty canvas
My life imposes the taint
Every eye sees differently
The story is just a guide
A means to start the journey
A tool in which to confide
I realize the voices are mine
And the stories belong to you
I chuckle ever so lightly
And manage a slight smile too
For now my work is complete
Was it worth the agony
The hollows are filled once more
I feel the touch of harmony