We
were
strangers
for far to long,

We
had ears
for the same song,

We
weren't sure
what was right,
but we knew what was wrong,

Good to know a place
to belong.

Don't look at me like that
like you love me, like you need me
don't look at me, with your eyes so lovely
and your stare, so intently, and hold my hand so gently

Don't talk to me,
like you understand so clearly
like you'd help so readily
and sacrifice so easily

Cause love once had me
It once had held me, held me so tightly
squeezed the life out of me
and in that memory
were eyes like yours shining back at me
a voice like yours screaming at me
a stare like yours glaring at me

life can be a burden it can get you down
take away your smile leave you with a frown
it has ups and down turns your world around
it can make you high then leave you on the ground.

does the same for all no matter who we are
all around the world wether near or far
life it still goes on the way it has to be
no matter what it does life is always free

We are not what others think of us
We are what others not think of us

It's a porous-snow-curtain,
Lying on the floor of the hill,
Tangled in the pins of the sun,
And, waiting for a hand, *****.
The fog, prisoned in the vale,
Fumbles to open its water_gate,
And keeps looking up, holding it.
The child, in the summer clothes,
Plays with his grandfather,
And both cross the roads,
In quest for more fun,
While the pigeons
Coo at the pole,
Picking up their taste
From the bowl.

We were misfits
the neglected *******
of a backwards world
that rejected us
not because we were sick
demented or dangerous
but because we didn't prescribe
to a preconceived notion
of what a functioning citizen was.

Not rotten enough to spoil
behind the bars of a prison
just competent enough
to work menial jobs
and drown our sorrows
at the corner pub.

We swallowed this hard truth
the same way we drank our shots
with no chaser
and at times it burnt
maybe even made us tear up
but we never let it beat us
(too strong for that)

We were beautiful
resilient beasts
that could carry the weight
of the world upon our shoulders
and it was heavy
but we would tell ourselves
"doesn't every world need an atlas?"
so we went on holding up the sky
when no one asked it of us.

Falling and rising are separate roads
Falling is sure. Be courageous enough to change the road....

When
You stay calm

You look beautiful!