connectedConnectedHands to arms,and feet to floor,we are connected.
CourseCourseLife, does not take it's course,on those fluff pillows,but on the red dirt,that squeezesagainst our toes.
LifeLifeI watch as birds and life swing by mewithout a care that they too,will no longer spread their wings,and fly.
I'm hereI'm Here.I touch the ground of life once lived…Walking across that pure green grass in the morningWalking, walking, walking…As flowers bloom before each step…I takeI walk, and I walk, and I walk…Into a lonely corner…and soI walk straight through…And take flight…For the family that weeps on this very sad nightI walk to the family, that so deeply misses meAnd whispers…" I will never be gone from your lives,I stand here telling you…That I love you…andI would never wish for you to cry.""I will always be watching you,Both good times and bad,So be a good friend and try not to be sad."" I will always be right next to you,When you pray and when you dream,Giving you comfortAnd a smile as sweet as whip cream!""But…never forget that I will always be standing here…Smiling…and wishing you a good morn…"So if you believe, tell me you believe…And that the dark door does not block your visionAnd I'm as clear as the blue skies on a cloudless day""Tell me, that you will no lon
DumpedDumpedTo stand against that brick wall,staring at clear blue skieswith eyes drowned out,and no meaning...To sit against the two inched stairsand sigh,all the way to heaven and he**while watching as the sky criesupon the lifeless figurethat dares to look at flesh and blood...To stare at fulfilled eyesthat walk, that same youthful paththat dares to show it's facein the eyes of those who have crossed it...But,when that road is closed off,and that soul,releashed from it's aftermath,life only continuesand another mate will soon emergeupon the flowers and love that life presents,at it's feet.
Dark cloudsDark CloudsAn influenceIs something you are inspired byA curseIs a plague placed upon youA brotherIs a responsibilityAnd a little brotherIs an even bigger oneTo be the oldestIs to be the eldestThe wisestAnd the one to be relied onBut to liveIs to surviveAnd yetThose dark clouds engulf usWhen we do not see the truthTo be on the right pathIs to be humanAnd to be humanIs to make mistakesNever being perfectAnd yetWe deny these responsibilitiesIn order to obtainThe unseen treasureAnd head on a path of destructionWe are blindedBlinded by our own ambitionsYet, I sit hereAs normal and plain as anyone elseI am no better nor am I superiorI am just a normal girlWho sits by the windowStaring at blue stricken skiesAnd wishing for a better tomorrowbut…for some reasonI place my hope on the dark clouds of my lifeThe very people who block my path to destructionAnd give me a glimmer of hopeEvery now and thenUnfortunately,When those dark clouds are goneMy path