Hour WindWe had the wordsand they were oursThen all was left of it was windand it was oursMy beloved our thoughts collidedWe looked at and through each otherWe had no words,but we did not need themI knew of youand you of meOr this is how I wish it all to beTo love you without being questionedTo be trusted, unlike by others of the pastTo be under the stars with youTo have the windTo have the words, but no useJust your touch and your soft lips
fathera man full of hatesitting in his spightful statetrying to drown whateversorrow, regrets and fearsthat he has with a bottlea man full of hatesitting in his spightful statetrying to hide from the worldbehind the smoke of a cigarettea man full of hatesittin in his spightful statehas bullets and knifes filledwith cruelty all in his mouth and headputting his daughter through hell'pick sides' his eyes yellbut oblivious to all this is the manand by him a body walks byfull of pain and despise boiling upwith scars on the body, soul and heart as wellit's all because of this man that doesn't even realize
lovely dayleave me alone,i wish this day to go like sosince no one can help,no one can understandi wish it to be... a lovely little day to go like soit's a lovely little morningfor a lovely day to crywhat? why are you looking at me like that?i like it hereit's all my ownmy bed, it comforts memy room, my walls, my door, my window;they all hide me here with my painfrom all the wicked, evil... stupid peopleit's a lovely little afternoonfor a day to cryyes, still at it.i don't to be out of this placeit hides me, drowns me in my pain that will soon float awayalso hides me from additional stupid pain that is this stupid worldso what it's sunny?i like the blinds shutsun adds to my painit hurts my weary eyesand it reminds me of the beauty that is leftjust shut the door and go awayit's a lovely little eveningit's been a lovely day to crynothing has been accomplished reallyjust a cover has been spilled to hide the paingoodnight, i hope tomorrow i will wake to a perfect day wi
In the Middle - In the ShadowsIn the Middle (In the Shadows)Always in the shadowsIn the middleNever get your wayYou\'re in the shadow of othersUnrecognized, UnheardAll you can do is silently cryIn the shadows of othersNever get you own wayBut that\'s ok, you don\'t mindBecause you don\'t care to noticethat you\'re in the shadowsUnrecognized...Never to be heardor noticedOnly some moments that you seeThat you are hiddenNo time for your own fameYet you don\'t mind & yet you silently cryIn the middle of shadows of othersNever to be heard; you cry.