Be brave, quietly so. Be true, like the North Star. Be kind, as spring rain awakens the flowers. Be thoughtful, to let the world out and let yourself in. Be yourself—no matter the impediments.
In the misty morning Just as night left Just before the sun rose We learn to walk Before the walk turned into a run Reaching for the stars in the sky We left the ground before we learn to have fun And wonder why children fall over and cut the knees!
Sitting in its dusty bag Quietly Longing to be played
A melancholic instrument Carrying memories Of better times
And the small Pang Of pain And longing Always pulls on my heart strings Whenever I Take it out Of that dusty bag Look at it, and Play it
Its warm sound Filling my ears The comforting Vibrations Running through the instrument Reminds me all too much Of those times Those happier times Years ago When everything Was fine
I place the guitar Back in it's dusty bag And once again That door Leading back to those memories Shuts with a bang.
The pit of dispair's calling it's voice the icy breeze it's choking hold is hidden within the limbs of ancient trees it needs not eyes to see man nor ears to hear our screams as it's the stuff of nightmares that invades our sweetest dreams the fires of Hell are waiting the spit is fresh and new and the demons carved a name on it Does that name belong to you the darkness now is looming the night has run and hid pull up your sheets and shiver like you did once as a kid the end is no more rumour and man caused it with his hands by alienating others and fighting foreign lands so lock your doors and windows and by all means say a prayer but the pit of despair's calling and will soon be calling there
(i) want to ask about how she hurt you the summer that you (changed) (but) i am afraid that the truth will make you realize how many flaws (i) hold because she had so little.
and i am afraid that my imperfections were your favorite things about her.
i'm scared you (won't) smile like you did with her in arms.
because she is the kind of perfect i could never (be).
i am afraid that i am not (good) at making you happy.