The Path is straight and ending
And quite easy just to follow
Few obstacles or bendings
No bumps or a single hollow.

But I choose, not to follow the Path,
I will roughage in the new.
If I learned one thing from that:
We should do what we love to do.

It won't always be so easy
To live so wild and free,
But it's much worse, on that Path
Which we call society.

Heavy wings and heavy thoughts,
It's hard to live and bare
This tangled web in which we're caught,
Threads of darkness and despair.

But yet I see the candle burn
As it flows, a flickering flame,
Engulfs me whole as I learn
To fight the threads and pain.

Although I fear my flame will die,
And I be left alone,
So just incase you wonder why
Somethings are best unknown.

I am
I am
I am

You are
You are
You are

There is an old proverb
And this is how it goes
'A ship is safe when harbored,
Snugly in land that's closed.'

But ships weren't meant to be harbored,
They were not built to be snug but free,
Their masts to fly high and proud,
Through the stormy waves of seas.

My skies are turning grey,
The sun is hidden
Or may have been extinguished.

Happiness is brief,
Sadness is longer,
Consistent and much more real.

My waves are dark and crashing,
A storm in brewing,
I can feel it inside.

I stand on the fringes of the crowd,
They laugh and I smile,
Not a smile of happiness
but of understanding
They are happy,
I wish I could be happy,
Even for a while,
I wish I wasn't a wallflower.

"He stands on the edges of the crowd,
We laugh and he smiles,
His eyes do not show happiness,
But he understands
That some people are happy,
I wish he could be happy,
Even for a while,
He is a wallflower."

Sometimes she looks in my direction,
I can't keep looking,
She deserves so much better than me,
I am cold at heart,
And she is a warm fire.

"Sometimes he looks in my direction,
He averts his eyes and stops looking,
Maybe he doesn't like me?
He has a gentle heart,
We have a spark that could be a fire."

They look at her and she smiles,
My heart sinks,
I am to afraid to talk to her.

"They talk to me and I politely smile,
My heart sinks,
I am afraid to talk to him."

I guess we're just too different.

"I guess we're just too different."

People do not need to be fixed,
But understood,
People will never understand
In all likely-hood,
Even if people knew what to do,
How many could,
And if these people had the power
How many would?

People do not need to be fixed,
But understand,
We feel sad sometimes,
But that's grand,
And at night we like to be alone,
With our feet in sand,
The sea is beautiful and quite sad
We'd sit for eternity on that strand.

People do not need to be fixed,
They are perfect.