The little boy who cried life
All he ever wanted was a
Piece of the pie but all
All he ever got was
A life full of lies trying
Trying to materialize
And fantasize coming
With images in his mind
What does he realise?
What does he take from life?
I guess he just has to
Improvise and accept life as it
I guess he has to simplify
And relax and handle his biz
Life didn't come lemon squeezy
Its hard the opposite of easy peasy
Then one day the boy cried he
Said himself this world is a lie
And then he saw as his tears fell
And all he could think to himself is
Life.....

What is this desire?
Does it expire? Can
It burn in your heart
Like a burning fire?
Can drive you to the
Point of exauhstion
Where it makes you
Tired? What happens when
People want to know what
Are your personal desires
Then it becomes transpired
A wise person wouldn't hold
Onto desire because the only place
It can manifest is in your head driving
You crazy or insane which can leave you
Brain dead because of your desire....

Oh child who is so lost,
You have sought peace
But to only find pain
Your face has turned grim
With tears that fall like rain,
Come home my child, because
Here the sound is so sweet, there
Is no competition, so there is no
One to defeat, come home my child
We all miss you, there is no trick
No clue, only us, yes us! The ones that
Love you, we were never gone, oh my child
Come and play one more time come and
Shower with True bliss of divine oh my child
We love you so please come to the warm gentleness
So we can thaw out your cold heart that's
Colder than snow....

Power can be yours in less than an hour
one must become loving and firm but never sour to reach the power you desire you must gain the peoples trust and inspire   your ambition must burn hotter than fire and your stated convictions must become a verbal addiction the ability to dissolve confliction will release the stress on those from restriction you must hold it together with simple ease but most of all you must learn to breathe....