The eerie fog looms just below the treetops
The sound of crunching branches fills my ears
The owls, protectors of the forest, ask who goes there
It is I, great owls of the forest
A pause in noise, as if the world had stopped
Suddenly
Twinkling rays of the moon shoot through the fog
Lighting the path ahead
Like it had always been there
I walk down the path, not knowing who is watching
Or who is following
Or if I will ever make my way home

Pitter-patter
The rain falls from the once silver-lined clouds,
As I stare out the crying glass, I wonder
Had someone hurt him?
I pressed myself up against the glass
Hearing thunder roll like a rock, in thick smoke
The sound soothes my broken heart
Pitter-patter

I’m a mediocre man, I see only, a pale personality,
I used to see myself as one of the greats, but that time has long since passed
as there is no need to see color, I’m but a lone survivor
How could anyone, choose to love thee, for I am constant downcast
yet your beauty supersedes, my weary mask, unsurpassed
waiting, I've been, at long last

Choose the right path, you must take, for a life with me might not meet standards
and choose me you once did, lifting my spirits, and changing my downed feelings
but change that is good, only lasting so long, must now change again
seeing life without you, what we could have, I’m almost dreaming
from my mind, I realize I never, want to catch that feeling
just another human being

Eyes like the sea
Her smile makes me smile
Sweet just like candy

Like some have said
Our own hearts choose our paths
Varying from heart to heart
Escaping the loneliness together

To say I tried would be false
the urge was too great
my will
too weak
As I fight the wall that keeps me from my future
the coldness fills my lungs
and at that moment I realize the inevitable
The people I love fill my brain
replacing the blood that was once there
My mind drifts to a place of warmth and air
as my body drifts to the bottom of the frozen lake

You can make me smile
On a dark and stormy night
Or on a warm day