Playing around didn’t care how
we looked and wouldn’t get
embarrassed for what we did

When we injure ourselves we
got a Band-Aid on the spot
were it hurt and we thought it helped
and miraculous the pain was gone

Then we grew up
We don’t play around and if
we did we would get judged by others

When we get hurt a Band-Aid
can’t help the pain go away.
'Cause a Band-Aid can’t fix a broken heart

*Right?

Each flower
I picked for you
I wished and wished
For your words to be true

But even the stems
Knew you told lies
Slowly, they shrunk
Without saying their goodbyes

Each flower i picked
Reminded me of your eyes
And the stems were are strong
As your permanent lies

Rain ,rain, rain
rain, rain, rain..

Please come with crystal clear drops,
Please come with a heavy shower,
Please come with great thundering,
and lightening..

lands are lying desperately
lands are drying,

Spring are waiting,
Again the world will be green,
Heaven waiting.


Rain,rain,rain,
Rain,rain,rain

Please come
Lets pray for a heavy shower of rain.

I back peddle from a paper pedestal, hoping for the best, hoping you don't intend to inspect the wreckage I have left.

I am temptation at its test, an exclamation on contempt, collecting the regrets to my exemptions under stress.

A misnomer to my bets, against the better judgments I neglect, I'm set in my ways, in lucid forays, I've let from my veins,

and I've slept, the whole ******* way.

If God let nature pick out its colors
I'm sure the sky would still choose blue
And the deepest depths of the ocean
Would want to stay that color too

If the mountains took to long to decide
Their peaks would turn a snowy white
And the stars in all of their glory
Would still relish the black of the night

The green, green grass of the valleys
Would not want it any other way
Just like the yellow of the morning sun
On any given day

And the leaves on the trees in the cool fall breeze
Would be any color that they like
At any given moment in time
Is when they would decide

If God let nature choose its own colors
I'm sure they would all stay the same
Because God knew what he was doing
When he created it on that special day

Evil, Mightypower,
Overcoming, sweeping by
Tidal wave of dark.
Suppression, needless
Jealousy, unreason.
Shard of hell,
Born from earth,
And broken ceramic.
Escaping freedom,
Smashed prison.
Feeding on conceited lies,
And acts of
Eviljoy.