Some people act like doing favors and pretend they seek nothing
in return. But i've looked at their eyes listened the tone of their
voice and saw the truth between the lines.
It's about power, makes them feel superior, in control, but all they do
is creating chaos and seeing where the chips fall to hell with the
consequences. It's like a complex, do a favor for one person, someone
else suffers. Doing good things is also a warning. Ιdealism can easily become dogma and dogma to fanaticism.

Once i thought that we are free to choose what we want
to pursue our ideals no matter the cost.
But world cultivates otherwise and i am filled with sadness
no pride.
So here i am in a blank page, i do not remember making
that decision.
If only i possessed the humility and say to myself
"get up you've seen nothing yet, you haven't done your part yet"
The fight between a man and his heart so driven by desire and
all that stands noble is a hard thing for sure.
If i interracted and guided my insticts it was because
i haven't felt the apogee of pain.
If i was relactant to contribute in my heart's affairs
it was because i was so naive, i would have crushed my heart
in the mud and no one knows how many souls with it.
Life is no fairytail and there are not always happy endings
but who am i to decide and destroy everything good that's left
in my heart.
Much wisdom cause much grief but experience could
bring happiness.
When i turn around and look the cause i've walked there is no person
that i love i regret having in my life.
My fate is my own, my choice is my own.
I am proud now, in a way...

If much wisdom is much grief then
he who increases his knowledge
increases and his sorrow.
Can i feel it?
Devil curse me i do.
I thought i was beyond this but i am not.
I waited to long and sacrificed to much.
People might not change now.
It would take another thousand years
maybe more to realise that fear
inspires control, over them, over their hearts,
over their way of thinking.
I had hope but now, disappointment for
most do not even try and all they do is making
excuses, hiding behind this ridiculous term
of insecurity. My point of view, they are just
afraid being honest to themselves.
Even i am not crazy enough to believe that
distortion of reality.

I wish i was better
i wish the world was better
i wish my heart was stronger
i wish i was with her
i wish i could go further
i wish i could hear her song louder
i wish for a hug and feel warmer
i wish i could see the wind dancing.
I wish...
I...

There are times we entrust our happiness
in the hands of others, an act of love and
selflessness. Is it safe?
A choice out of trust but sometimes out of
loneliness and all it takes is a moment of
misunderstanding, a lack of explanation.
Nothing is as it seems to be for sure but then
again we believe that it would be better not
to explain, that things would be better this way.
Does it worth the pain?
Does it worth of letting go?
I am afraid for i start to forget her face, her voice.
Feelings i can not manage, i can not control
and all i want is to get lost into the sea of her green
eyes, lie upon her soft skin, rest into her warm hug
and kiss those red rose lips.

Hopes, prayers and dreams. We carry so many aspirations
on our backs. How can we meet all those expectations
when we struggle with our own worries and doubts.
Nevertheless we must move forward, step by single step, in order
to leave something behind, for those we care and love.
Once somebody said to me. No matter how bad it all may seem you will change, things will change and you will stand enduring.
Can I?  You can!
Will I?  You will!
Now i exist to assist, to guide, to stop the fist and expel the fight.
Yet my nature i hide, as to not be used.
I have good intent but don't test my strain
for i avenge deep in soul.

Victorious or defeated makes no difference.
Rising from the dirt, rising to fight on.
A village in dust,
a city in ruins,
a nation's weep.
Victorious or defeated makes no difference,
fallen on both accounts.
Faces and figures from another era,
unkown but familiar somehow…  
Hopes and dreams in ruins,
with vengeance in their hearts and
compassion lying within their souls.
For hope might rise again, a beginning of another era.
Fallen watching from afar, war does not determine
who's right or wrong only who's left to remember...

I was always the man for someone to rest upon
but now i am the one who needs help.
Steady voice and a grip to pull me of the ground
for ever since i lost her i am half of what i came with.
I carry a burden and not my heart,
i need a rescue to remember myself.
I've been traveling so long reaching no distant ground.
If this is a new beginning why do i feel so empty,
why am i not breathing?
Running in circles trying to fight this feeling,
knowing other people need me i can't give in.
I walked and draw my line, season's storm seems
unknown, i don't mind the flames just walking
through the smoke to the voice that calls my name.

Far from grace far more than anyone has ever imagined
with feelings that cloud my judgement.
A twilight so strong so unpredictable, trying to control
these emotions or the fight can not be won
for so many others have failed.
I learned from them but i will not follow for this might
be my last.
Shadows wispering broken sounds only a fraction of the
melody it used to be, silence fills the air.
Yet love was found where it wasn't suppose to be.
The burn, the pain, the struggle all my soul's
fragments ready to hear the melody again.
Rhythm well known, tone like none other,
brightness in eyes i've missed so much,
her arms surrounding my chest,
i'm in a safe dream...

I'd rather shoot and miss in a city of tears
where stars grow cold beating like my
heart.
A dark undercurrent of woe which seems
to draw but it will not be so.
The heat of a thousand suns won't reignite my
heart, only one will do so.
Only one shall embrace my soul.
All the stars will beat again in warmth,
all the stars will beat blessed like this one sun.

There is one of those rare breeds of people, who are undeniably self sacrificing and generous, it's difficult to thank them enough for all they have done. I’m not sure how someone can ever repay them but i’ll start by saying thank you.

Gloomy thoughts scattered inside my head
storm clouds passing though my eyes,
what will I find to the other side?
Your warm hug or the whistling of a lonely cold wind?
I am weary of this grey canvas not because I am tired
but because our efforts seem to move in one direction only.
Towards chaos and uncertainty.  
Yet again I do not lose hope for i am happy to give everything for love and my story is one of many thousands and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon.

There is no harder word than that of ''goodbye''.
From the goodbye you say when you stay alone and
fight a game for two, up to the the one you are
forced to say everyday.
It's not the word that hurts the most but the things
you missed, the things you did not tell or live.
The worst thing about saying goodbye is to miss
those you fought and loved more than anyone.

Care only for a single thing, those you love. Do anything and everything to save them. When there is no chance of winning keep
fighting, when all hope is lost find another way, when you fall
stand up again.
If you are searching for redemption find another way to fight. You
are nothing less than a human soul in search of light and if everything
around you goes dark, light a candle and shed the light to whatever
you can.
World is an evil vicious place and does not care how tough you are.
Make a stand.

So much for the blame and criticism
but when it comes for a solution all
go silent like the middle of the night.
All go silent when the rain stops but
none cares to mend or heal, to cure
or help only vengeance and excuses.

The world is not fair but moral standarts apply to all. The ruler
isn't always a superior person and the ruled isn't always inferior.
The world doesn't belong to the powerful but to those of pure
heart. All that we do is not for today but for tomorrow.
Hard times to live for sure in this era, so much darkness.
There are moments that i doubt some people are capable of
redemption, yet each time i attepmt to surrender in that thought i see it.
The glimmer of goodness that allows me to believe, that the people
i care will have things i never had the privilege to bask fully.
A warm home, someone to show you that they love you
every single day and someone to fight for you no matter what...
In other words a family.