peace, peace,
hummed the moon,
as she looked down upon you,

quiet, quiet,
hummed the stars,
as the dying ones whipped,
from up far.

hush now, hush now,
cried the planets,
who start to fragment.

easy, ease,
told to me,
by the lonely maple trees.

sleep now,
says mother, father,
child of the earth.

rest your head, hold your heart high,
said everything
beyond the sky.

I used to be that happy little girl who danced trough the streets, smiled at everyone she met.
Now I am that depressed boy who locks himself up in his room, never comming out, because people might notice his *****.
Oh, the difference between this two.
But both are part of me and my past.
Who will I tomorrow be?

within the confines of defining
definitions are never lost
it's set in stone, there's no combining
it's a line that you can't cross


throw away your dictionary


it's your thoughts they are confining
like a self discovery loss
it's your mind, but they're assigning
another line that you can't cross

I'm not that bad of a guy
at least no one can say I never tried
is there something wrong with my mind?
just because I cry when I watch Frankenstein?

I find myself walking around blind
sometimes I see them run and hide
"look out!" "he's not our kind!"
I feel their torches burning from behind

maybe I'm just ****** up inside
people ask me if somebody died
I tell them "that's what I'm trying to find"
the body of Frankenstein

https://soundcloud.com/gary-loftis/the-body-of-frankenstein

O, darkness,
you can dream!

And Light,
you do beam!

How glorious
night and day
will greet me on my way

For here is the sun
and there is the moon
and in each do dreams go bloom!