And I never wish to lose you -
Your friendship, love and heart.
I may not rebecome me - true,
But this is where I start

A void appeared within my soul
****** the light, like a black hole
Removing joy from my very being
Made me blind - now I am unseeing
A child in a world of shadow and pain
Emotions are swirling - but noticeable disdain
Confused and lost, no light in his mind
The way to goodness is so hard to find

Where do I hide?
If you hide in the light
you're easily noticed
If you hide in the shadows,
you fade to the dark
Where do I go?
Where do I  hide?
Who is there possibly
in whom I can confide?

As words now fail me
And as I fall
The light does fade
And shadows call

Who was the kid
Who smiled so bright?
He lost himself
Stricken by blight

And to the darkness
Goes his mind
It's too late now
He can't rewind

Lose yourself
It's time to die
Sorrow fills you
And blood, you cry

Lost in a world
of hate and war
rotten and moulded
right down to the core

No right is done
and wrong prevails
The only paths left
are the blood-trails

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

How do you live
And be misunderstood?
Worse torture there is
From which stems no good

How does it feel
To just be attacked?
Like your very life-force
Is from you hacked

As though everyone
Who’re always with you
Don’t seem to really
See what is true

As if you are there
But hidden as well
And though they look at you
Nobody can tell