Based On A True Story - Aaron Sprinkle

Shade is shelter from the sinking

Kind and knowing of my heart

All I know was taken from me

What I perceived had gone away

Now I feel the light exposing

Things I never thought I’d say

Shake me now I might believe

All before me is a dream

And kill the feeling of antipathy

Fingers pointing to the ceiling

The faces burned into the walls

The ghost of lies was born this evening

The laughter echoes own the halls

But if you leave it up to me

I won’t believe it for myself

And all that’s left is to be free

From the pictures on the shelf

Shake me now I might believe

All before me is a dream

And kill the feeling of antipathy

I can feel you in my hand

Like I did before and when

Things were simple we could understand