Open your eyes
and focus your ears.

Steel all your senses
and cancel your fears.

The sea is calling
so anchors away.

Shut out the darkness
and embrace the day.

The wind is whispering
throughout the blue,

so unfurl the sails
oh captain and crew...

Hoist the colors, all weakness is shed.
Now bring the horizon and quit
when you're dead.

Against the wall, we lose it all
And then in bed, we lose our minds
We go insane, but we're in love
Dreaming of heaven
While staring
In each other's eyes
We paid the price
We got the love
But it was more
Than we were dreaming of
It made us feel so **** alive
We wanted to live forever
In the sight of each other
Plan our future, make our way
Onto a brighter tomorrow, today
We took the risks, I'm glad we did
Because now, we're in love, in our bed

Bestill
one word
used as a charm
When you get oh so humanistic-
and panicked-
and-
can't-
breathe-
Through the smog of your angststaranxietystarconcernstardespairstardismaystardoubtstardrea­dstarhorrorstarjittersstarpanicstarscarestarsuspicionstarterrorst­aruneasestaruneasinessstarworrystarabhorrencestaragitationstarave­rsionstarawestarconsternationstarcowardicestarcreepsstardiscompos­urestardisquietudestardistressstarfaintheartednessstarforebodings­tarfrightstarfunkstarmisgivingstarnightmarestarphobiastarpresenti­mentstarqualmstarreverencestarrevulsionstartimiditystartremblings­tartremorstartrepidationstarbête noirestarchickenheartednessstarcold feetstarcold sweatstarrecreancy

Bestill
and breathe
and don't spare
a second thought
to the past
You are Heaven-sent
Dont.   You.   Dare.   Forget.

One morning, when the sun comes up
I will see it shine above the valleys of that city
Upon that city that once rose atop the lake
One fine morning, the people will cease murdering each other
No ammunition sounds will reach the ear, and no more gunpowder in the air
No more tears of blood from open wounds
And no more human puzzles to decipher
One morning, when the sun comes up
It will shine its rays upon the missing
Rays that they will follow home,
Where they’ll be greeted with marigolds
Below the mountains, I will see flower gardens  
Full of calla lilies and flower pickers carrying them
That morning, when the sun won’t forget to shine from open skies,
My compatriots will play ‘Pretty Little Sky”
All will sing, and none will cry, because the sun will shine
And bathe away sorrows of the past.