It cuts, It cuts this situation aching, silence is violence
thoughts dying out like planets with no rain
It is so strange, where does all the water go
I remember the temper I had
when I stood up to shout out
no words just expression,
the session of letting it out
A poet with no words,
A poet of inside cries
to tell the world out there
to look out where we all started
the part where we once were
in real silence, no violence at all
The peace we denied, still seeking
seeking the eyes we once saw.
I fight, I FIGHT with my eyes
who tell me these lies
tell me: you don't
you won't ever delight
in the light of creations creator again.
The air to inhale
no fighting, no sleeping to dream
of what we ALREADY HAVE!
And it lasts...
the picture of home
Alone
I can't remember at least
a color, but the emotional feast
And it lasts...
remembering the fantasies
that are no fantasies at all!
I sit, I cry, no longer I lie
to myself, we mess it up ourselves.
But we can make it beautiful
by giving this dream
to all those insightful.
to make it explode
the thought of constant pain.
There is gain from everyone!
Look to the skies
Look to the skies
His eyes are upon us
inhale the cries
exhale the lies
spit them out
'cause we all dream of one thing alive
Let's look to the son
we can stand as one
and sing till all pain is gone
Alive is the son
we can stand as one
and sing till all pain is gone!
