Up Syndrome - Make This Right

You can bare your back to me
Watch my eyes remain in statue
As you expose your wings

Almost immediately
My eyes shut from the frustration
Of all the echoing

Communication is foreign
All our cries are just ignored and
Our stubborn eyes keep us blind from what is true
What's keeping me from you
Days becoming a routine
We could probably go a life time
Never noticing

And this storybook ending
Statically flutters in my head
Away slowly fading

When we get lost in fields of sorrow
Scared, confused, fearing tomorrow
All we have is a memory of blur
But one thing is for sure