Own Songs

Something went wrong along the way,
Which path did I take,
Which one was the wrong way,
Violins play tunes I don't know the words to,
I'm dancing in a ballroom full of strangers,
I'm flying and floating in a sky without clouds,
Its just like dancing to a song that doesnt exist,
For a moment belief granted me my wish of love,
But I'm a fool to believe I can love without a soul,
I was invincible as cold and invisible,
As the northern most blood curdling winds,
Scared to open the doors,
In case the world isn't the one I dreamed of,
This isn't my home nor my safe place,
If my heroes only exist in dreams,
I'll dance to their tunes,
Open arms to a ghost in the breeze,
Swaying to a tune as loud as the cries of my soul,
Silenced in ways you dont want to believe,
I won't fight the truth,
Would anyone really see me if I took of my cloak,
Would someone chase me and whisper in my ear,
Tell me I'm ok, all is safe,
Fear consuming, So confusing,
I have no soul but thats alright,
I don't need it to sway to my own songs.