| Hope Wrong to compromise and trade Writing is a knowledge, fascination is the key. I have seen the darkest light, shining though my window. Why do these things happen to me? My only foe and yet my friend, My soul, my heart and my pain, Who is it? What is it? No one knows yet. Drops of life sipping through the drain The hours lost and nothing ventured, Makes you almost wonder, What's the point when there's no use, It strikes like a monstrous thunder. God's little toys, soldiers he brakes. That is only if there was something there, Buzzing like flies, questioning life, Still every night we say our prayer� |
| To To love is to know me, My innermost nature, The truth that I am. To understand me is to feel me, My darkest knowledge, My tormented, tearful soul. To see is to learn me, My secret body map, The depth in my eyes. To be is to give me, My strength, my will, The rolling waves of my soul. |
| I want to be� The tortured light by the dark shadows of the night The black corner shut away from the world My last hope has dawned out of sight No emotions pass through my body, all is tranquil and yet so cold� This is the way I like it - to be left all alone No one can get close to my mind or brake through my soul No need for communication and I've ceased looking at the telephone Don't wish to speak to anyone, no need for you to call. Yet I wait for something to happen, and unknown tears keep rolling, I miss every thing that I had before, all I have left is empty and bare, And my thoughts run else where, to the deepest night that keeps falling, As I am slowly calling to the lark; to it, my death, I declare. |
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