We are the children of the rain
Forever falling to our own beat
Every drop an unwritten melody
A new story, young and unique
We are the Rain, living here and now
Washing away our old hurt
Writing our new stories

unborn to this world
light blinding tender eyes
peace never truely understood
eating your food in pieces
as you watch and listen
all around you the world is buzzing
teaming with love and hope
meaning and judgement
what is a new born girl to do?
live the way she was, trapped inside?
No! never again will she pretend
to be what they all wanted her to be
who he wanted her to be
that girl, is dead, like he is dead
deep down, she accepts this fate
deep down where everything new buds
down in her new smokey life
finally feeling free.

I promise nothing
Not this year
Because I don’t know
I might need that cigarette
I might need that drink
Every once in a while
I can hope I will be a good person
But I won’t pretend
To be who I am not
I will live, that’s my promise
I will live life
For once I will
Not care

The little girl you used to know
The boy you hoped for
Sits here hand in hand
Cigarette between the two
Who knows what else?
Drinks passed left and right
Needles pierce baby skin
Rings jingle on their heads
Hair hangs in braids
Multi colored
This life parents disapprove of
We don’t care anymore
The reign is ending
The revolution is starting
Time to be us
Not what you wanted us to be
Take another drag,
Hold another hand
Till the next revolution.

Deep down where my hate grows
Till anger breaks it's chains
Near to those few memories
Of you fading away
Living in the clouds above
Never looking down
Jumping into anything
Wishing you would come with
Hell follows you back
To those scars you left on my heart
Pushing me over the edge
Free falling back to earth
Waiting for something
Anything to happen
Trying desperately  to
Feel you again
Leaving me behind
I went Looking for someone to care
Damaged I sit patiently
Accepting the stares
Loves bruises threaten to show
As I learn to care for them
Those people I used to know
My means to an end

laying here, in my field of shattered dreams
trees fallen all around me
power lines spark their upset
the wind and rain smells like change
the feild has changed, over there its new
over here its old, useless
but at least here nothing else matters
no more drama, or suicide attempts
just me and my broken heart
survival here means everything
tears and rain mix in my hair
laying in the after math of my old life

Feeling overwhelm me
sweet embers burn me inside
smoking till the very end
circle of chill friends
leaning to my left
life continues on in my head
laughing in slow motion
music, soundtrack to my life
bobbing to familiar beats
remaining chill for a while longer
not walking but floating
over the ground, shiver in the cold
impulsive feelings move to actions
keeping those moments on new levels
not caring what anyone thinks
when you can truely be you
those times you just need a good
feeling.....