SusanMcCreery is a poet who knows people, their pains and their delights, as well as she knows the turning of the seasons, the ocean in its moods. The book is notable for the succession of sharp images that focus the imagination to reveal a rich world beneath the cool, breeze-ruffled surface. Ron Pretty (Waiting for the Southerly) Waitingfor the end to come. Wishing i had strength to stand. This is not what i had planned. It's out of my control. Flying at the speed of light. Thoughts were spinning in my head. So many things were left unsaid. It's hard to let you go I know what it takes to move on. I know how it feels to lie. All i want to do. Is trade this life for something new t21A. Yeah, yeah This is not the end This is not the beginning Just a voice like a riot Rocking every revision But you listen to the tone And the violet rhythm And though the words sound steady Something empty's within 'em We say, yeah With fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something That's invisible there 'Cause we're living at the mercy Of the pain and the fear Until we dead it, forget it Let it all disappear, yeah Waiting for the end to come Wishing I had strength to stand This is not what I had planned It's out of my control Flying at the speed of light Thoughts were spinning in my head So many things were left unsaid It's hard to let you go I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade This life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got Sitting in an empty room Trying to forget the past This was never meant to last I wish it wasn't so I know what it takes to move on I know how it feels to lie All I wanna do is trade This life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got Yeah, yeah What was left when that fire was gone? I thought it felt right but that right was wrong All caught up in the eye of the storm And trying to figure out what it's like moving on And I don't even know what kind of things I've said My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead So picking up the pieces, now where to begin The hardest part of ending is starting again All I wanna do is trade This life for something new Holding on to what I haven't got This is not the end This is not the beginning Just a voice like a riot Rocking every revision But you listen to the tone And the violet rhythm Though the words sound steady Something empty's within 'em We say, yeah With fists flying up in the air Like we're holding onto something That's invisible there 'Cause we're living at the mercy Of the pain and the fear Until we dead it, forget it Let it all disappear This is not the endThis is not the beginningJust a voice like a riotRocking every revisionBut you listen to the toneAnd the violent rhythmAnd though the words sound steadySomething empty's within 'emWe say, "yeah"With fists flying up in the airLike we're holding onto somethingThat's invisible there'Cause we're living at the mercy ofThe pain and the fearUntil we dead it, forget itLet it all disappearWaiting for the end to comeWishing I had strength to standThis is not what I had plannedIt's out of my controlFlying at the speed of lightThoughts were spinning in my headSo many things were left unsaidIt's hard to let you goI know what it takes to move onI know how it feels to lieAll I wanna doIs trade this life for something newHolding on to what I haven't gotSitting in an empty roomTrying to forget the pastThis was never meant to lastI wish it wasn't soI know what it takes to move onI know how it feels to lieAll I wanna doIs trade this life for something newHolding on to what I haven't gotYeah, yeahWhat was left when that fire was gone?I thought it felt right but that right was wrongAll caught up in the eye of the stormTryna figure out what it's like moving onAnd I don't even know what kind of things I've saidMy mouth kept moving and my mind went deadSo, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?The hardest part of ending is starting againAll I wanna doIs trade this life for something newHolding on to what I haven't gotThis is not the endThis is not the beginningJust a voice like a riotRocking every revision I'm holding on to what I haven't gotBut you listen to the toneAnd the violent rhythmAnd though the words sound steadySomething empty's within 'emWe say, "yeah"With fists flying up in the airLike we're holding onto somethingThat's invisible there'Cause we're living at the mercy of holding on to what I haven't gotThe pain and the fearUntil we dead it, forget itLet it all disappear Writer/s Brad Delson, Chester Charles Bennington, Dave Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Robert G. Bourdon Publisher Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind