I'm tied to the chain in the cage
Tear this chain up and break this cage down
to release me forever
Oh set me free, please!

I'm not in the happy mood
I'm soaked in tears,
Turn my tears into joy
and give me some peace,
You give me comfort, please!

Why are you silent again?
You don't see the wrong thing!
Never take the wrong turn in your life,
Just find the right path
and try to release yourself always!

You'll be free to reach the goal,
but I will be there in the jail!
Hey there who are free, I'm the victim
Think about it, just a bit
Oh, release me, please!

I would take the sweet smells
in the morning like you
I want to bloom the flowers too,
I wanna sing the morning song
for you in the cool breeze.
Let the dew of peace fall on me
Oh, lemme make a paradise!

Why am I here
What is my purpose

I thought this feeling of unimportance would dwindle after reaching adulthood

But, now it's been 5 years and I still cant stand being "here"

When does it get better
When do things stop hurting

When do the people I cherish care to stick around.

When do "friends" become friends.

Not promised life
yet take from it
assigned to a station
and not far to get
all ponderance is infinite
as human I remain
seeking joy
and clarity of life
beyond my early stain.

Pain exists inside the heart
That mourns the missing day
Emptiness, holding all that’s lost,
Fingers white, grasping air, slipping away

Darkness surrounds all we see,
Shadows stolen from what could have been
Extinguish a flame, smoke filling our souls
As expectance is hidden and unseen

Embers remain in the sorrowful ash
As the wind lifts up the light of our eyes
The heat reignites, in the kindling of love
As the beautiful flames dull the cries

In all that we do, in all the we are
The fire will never be quelled
Insurmountable hearts, unfettered love
With a yearning of life to be held

Piercing souls
Eons, Indoctrinated
Back-scattered at the heart
Suffering and release

I

Spirit dance, Naked
On fires in thunderstorms
Awaiting the axe you bring
To purge thyself in me

In theory, the sky is falling,

Showering particles of merry madness and homespun delirium,

As we sleep in the formerly sealed
containers that kept us fresh,

But now leave us active:

Radioactive.

Actually though, this is more a soulless, weather modified masquerade,

Where we dance at funerals, drink to cloud seeding,

And play 'Guess Who?' retributions,

While locked in the closet with flight attendants left for kindling...

They , the grass carps
eat away the algae of my brooding from the pond of my feelings.
Like painters , they paint the blank canvases of my life with unforgettable sweet and beautiful moments by their delicate and innocuous jacose paint brushes.

Tickling me with loads of laughter by their innocuous hilarious acts is their shadow.

Folding the tender age of the two little beauties into my palms for ever is my fantasy and living with their childhood memories shall be my ice cubes on my burning wounds.