I will not give in

If the devil wants my heart

If he wants my soul

If he wants me to drop my weapons

He'll have to pull them out of my cold dead hands

God allowed the devil to try to break me

But He can't have my soul

He can't have my weapons

He can't have my heart

Unless he pries them from my cold dead hands

Am I happy or not?
I scarcely wish to know
the task is right on the spot
into it my energy I must throw

Silence
has a way of

Announcing
Itself

so
incredibly
                    loudly

She plants a kiss on me
which grows into a kissing tree.

I imagine myself in a white little room,
Theres a white little bench, which there's no need to groom.
I'm just sitting there, hugged by my man.
He is telling me: "everything is ok"
And to argue with this I have no way,
I got nothing to say.
I just stay.. this way.. in this calm state of mind, in which I have nothing to hide.
Then I stand, and Just walk.
In my own special way.

On the shores of heaven
An angel sits, with bright wings
Guiding the souls to their gate
Soothing hymns, it sings

The golden gates open wide
To welcome the souls to its realm
Hailing to our father, the saviour
All souls, look the same

Glory to the mighty king
Above and beyond all
We raise our hands and praise to thee
Please listen to our call

One, you are, that of high
For every being and soul bows to you
The creator and destroyer of this universe
We submit ourselves to you...



©sim

i was the roses he stopped to smell
red with potential
pure and young
his fingers caressed their ****** petals

i was the ocean he walked along
feeling the cool surf
i washed away his footsteps
beautiful and blue he said

i was his princess
regal and soft
i slept in his arms
dreaming of him

i was his morning
beginning his day
sweet brown coffee
only for him

his love for roses wilted
blue turned grey
my crown taken
sweetness lost

abandoned me

now im someone else's garden
and my beaches treasured
no-longer a princess but queen
mornings lovely and sweet