Where is this road leading me?
There’s no fork in the road
There’s no left or right turns in the road
It’s just seem to be forever going into the unknowing.
I can’t see the end, is that good or is that bad.
There’s no light at the end of this long tunnel.
It’s dark its deep it’s narrowing closer upon me
Squeezing the life out of me
Is the end near will it ever appear?
I fear the end and what’s at the end and how near it really is.
What makes the fear?
Why does it make me stay where I don’t want to be
I see the door but I can’t seem to pull it open
I can’t seem to walk right through and out the other side, Why?
There is nothing here for me any more.
He sees right through me I am invisible.
The past I had with him disappeared along with all his memory of me.
I just want to be free from it all..
Free from the pain.
Free from the hurt.
Free from the worry.
Free from the lies.
Free from this bad dream I seem to be in.

What she wants?
She wants a touch of a soft hand,
To feel alive to feel the warmth inside.
She wants to dream, and see that dreams do come true,
To believe in something new.
She wants to forget the past,
To release herself from the lies,
To totally be free once and for all.
She wants to hear the beating of her heart,
Beating fueled by the touch of your hand.
She wants to have you all to herself,
To hold you to caress you,
To lean on you and trust you.
All she wants out of life is true unconditional love,
Without a thought do you want to love her back.
She wants to know that you are there,
By her side through the hardest of times,
Through her darkest of days.
She wants to feel safe in your arms,
Like there’s no tomorrow,
Like she’s living in the dream,
Shared only by the two of you.
All she ever wanted is to be with you!

The crow he sits there on a wire, high in the sky and awaits; waits for me.
Waiting for my life to take; waiting for the last breath I make.
He sits there on the wire high; black as night, black as coal.
With his wings on fire he’s ready to take flight, waiting to claim my soul.
He sits there every day watching and waiting with he’s cries of sorrow.
As for him he must wait another day while this one becomes the morrow.
(Here’s the Gap)(Maybe someone can help me fill this gap)
As my life turns bitter cold he flies right through me as I turn hollow.
He calls the many for them to come, they swarm.
They gather together a flock of one feather.
As one they cover me with their cold black wings spread wide open.
Pulling me deep within the darkness inside them my life they swallow.
With the white light of day, it finally forever in my eyes of grey begins to fade.
Only to take me away, to the place of no return and decay.
On the wings of the crow I am flying.
Down below me I see eternity gazing back at me.
How can I escape these dark wings that bind me?
I began to absorb the womb within I am in.
As I am being carried off to this new flight of mine.
The crow takes me, carries me away, holding me; binding me.
Until that last breath in me is taken.
My life, my soul has been mistaken.
My life slowly is passing before me who am I?
As I gaze into the dark sky I get no answer from the other side.

TRUTH IS BEAUTIFUL WITHOUT A DOUBT BUT SO ARE LIES.
WHY IS IT WHEN WE TELL LIES THE TRUTH IS SO HARD TO MAKE UP!
TO CONTINUE THE LIE IS HARDER TO LIVE WITH THAN TO END IT!!
THE LIE WE LIVE BECOMES SO NATURAL LIKE THE RAIN FALLING ON OUR HEADS.
WE BEGAN TO GET STUCK IN OUR OWN WEB OF LIES TO COVER THE LIES.
WRAPPING OURSELVES AROUND IN THE WEB KEEPING OUR SELF FROM THE REAL WORLD.
HOW DO YOU BEGIN TO UNRAVEL THE LIES YOU HAVE WEAVED?
HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THE TRUTH BEHIND THEM.
DO YOU REALLY KNOW WHAT YOUR OWN REALITY IS.

Who am I, Where am I going?

Who am I?
As I gaze up into the sky.
I got no answer, from the other side.
Where am I going?
On a road not knowing.
With only the wind behind me blowing.

No one knows me,
When I am down on my knees.
How can I believe?
No more do I dare to dream.
I can only hear my own screams.
Life here is not all that serine.

Now all there is to see is the tears,
Running from my face of fears.
In my heart an arrow spears.
Who am I?
If I were to die?
What would be left but the lie.

Where am I going?
Is not so concerning,
When its over I will not be knowing.
Life is like a boat,
Sometimes all you can do is stay afloat.
And if you fall your bound to get soaked.

To dream is to be happy.
All I ever wanted was to just be me.
All I ever needed was to be free.
Life is not made from dreaming.
Life is always about screaming.

Who am I?
As I gaze up into the sky.
Searching for the answer from the other side.
Where am I going?
Only the one is all knowing.
His voice is the wind behind me blowing.

He tells me to keep going along.
He tells me to live and to be strong.
He asks me to keep fighting just to belong.
Day by day in the light.
Holding onto my life so tight.
Give life a chance and fight.

Don’t let go so fast.
Sometimes dreams do last.
Make your life a blast.
Who are you?
Where are you going?

To have hope
Is to believe
And to believe
Is to dream
And to dream
Is to be alive
And to be alive
Is to grow your wings
And to have wings
Is to be able to fly
And to be able to fly
Is having no limits to reach the sky.

SOMEONE TOLD ME MY EYES WERE GREY TODAY
AS I WAS FEELING A BIT IN A HAZE

DO YOUR EYES REFLECT HOW YOU REALLY FEEL
SHADOWS IN A MIRROR OF THE PAST EMERGING STILL

WHY DO THESE THOUGHTS FOREVER HAUNT AND PROLONG
MAKING US LOOK AS IF WE DO NOT BELONG

THESE EYES OF GREY CAN NOT GO ASTRAY
MUST FOCUS ON THE TASK TO TURN THE BAD THINGS AWAY

THESE EYES OF GREY HAVE SEEN SO MANY LIES
WITH QUESTIONS LEADING TO SO MANY WHYS

WHO IS REALLY BEHIND THESE EYES OF GREY
AND WILL SHE EVER FIND HER WAY

THEY SAY THE EYES ARE WINDOWS OF THE SOUL
LOOK INTO HER SOUL ONLY THEN YOU WILL KNOW

THE PAIN THAT GROWS INSIDE OF HER NEVER ENDS
SHE JUST WANT TO BE FREE TO MEND

SOMEONE TOLD HER SHE HAD EYES OF GREY
AS HER SOUL SLOWLY DECAYS

THE BRIDGE IS BREAKING UNDER HER FEET
SEEMS AS LIFE FOR HER DOES NOT MISS A BEAT

SHE WALKS AMONG US AS NORMAL AS CAN BE
THE PAIN DEEP INSIDE HER WHERE NO ONE CAN SEE

SHE HOLDS ON BY A THREAD UNRAVELING FASTER THAN PLANNED
SHE JUST HOPES THE REST OF HER LIFE CAN FINALLY BEGAN

SOME ONE TOLD HER SHE HAD EYES OF GREY TODAY
SHE DARES NOT TO LOOK INTO HER OWN EYES SO SHE LOOKS AWAY

WHAT IS IT THAT HAS SUCH A HOLD OF HER SHE CAN NOT LET GO
SHE WANTS TO BE STRONG SHE WANTS TO GROW

SHE LOOKS INTO THE MIRROR TO GAZE UPON HER EYES OF GREY SLOWLY THEY SEEMINGLY SUBDUE
AS SHE NOTICES THAT THEY ARE EVER SO SLIGHTLY CHANGING TO THEIR TRUE SHADES OF BLUE