No More Offences

Oh so calm the sea that rages inside me All too subtle the change for anyone to see, even me What can I try to feel the changing seas Hmm what’s this been all about for so long No more offences to me I say to me No more offences made to me I ask Is this the sorrow of the soul I know no more I find it hard to see the light I’m told is there So it exist somewhere beyond my vision I linger in the shadow of what’s seen Seen only to me and in my dreams I watch awake I pretend of the days gone by so different to what was Can I conceal the likelihood of the me I’m to be I’m still around in the crowd wandering without a sound I cry out no more offences please No more offences to me and you My worries consume them all in the puddle of tears at my feet Nothing has washed away this place Nor do I want to if I tell the truth All is crashing down and I like the pounding The painful stain of the grey soul I know I cry out to me, I hear nothing I cry out to the crowd, even more silent shot out into nothing Oh, what have I brought back to ask for no more offences No more offences to what is seen by only me Blurred by others, this I prefer I wash my hands of this, I say Is this my destiny, all these fake memories And I dare ask for no more offences