They call me a fiend all I do is dream in the dark
Looking around, nothing to see..where do I start?
A path is it's darkest without a sense of direction
Even more so without proper affection
Life ain't about the golden arches so you don't gotta love it
One day you'll walk in the planes high in the sky above it
Inside and out in me there's nothing to see
Penetrate my soul with a feeling of glee
Could it be, too far in the dark for we to see
Pardon me, but could this be my dark fantasy
No wait, too much on my plate, it's time to share my leftovers
We're in this mess till it's far from over, push over
Make some room, we might as well be good as dead
But with you by my side clarity is the light inside my head

I should probably box away your things
And burn the photos and my ring
But I'm having trouble determining

If this is really real.

I should probably delete your number too
So I don't find myself calling you
I've found I'm not sure what to do

Is this really real?

After your words are said and it's done
And your feelings have set along with the Sun
I'll step back from the battle you've clearly won

Wow, I guess it's real.

Please don't come back at your dismay
You don't get to choose when I leave and stay
This is your doing this was your way

One day YOU'LL wish it wasn't real.

Everything is sad
if you want it to be.
Life is sad.
Living is sad.
Feeling is sad.
Hearing,
hoping,
all that you seek.
Deep down you know
is already dead.
People are sad.
Our fate is sad.
But it is not set.
It's only true
if you believe in that.

Freedom
Yes, truly
We got this from
Our ancestors
Who fought for us
Still we are not free
From the bonds
From the relations
From the tasks
We are
What our responsibilities
Are
We are prisoners
Never had a release
Never ending process

Will you carry on
Over open water
Will you go
Toward the rolling shore
Will you fly high
Ever rising spires silent skies
Rush of wings brings you home

This is the moment
Smile and cry
Goodbye
Will you leave me for ever
Little girl no more
Sail far from this troubled shore
Broken wings can’t fly with you

If I could be your light house
Shining bright for you
But I’m only the mirrored darkness
Reflecting torment we go through
One faded image shattered
By the stones thrown from passing years
Bruised and broken on the highway
Washed away by blood and tears

Will you carry on
Through windswept waves
Will you go
Til you find your way
To a harbor safe and dry
Spread tearstained wings and fly
Until you find your way home….

Leave me lost
I stand sentinel
On this troubled shore
Alone
© 04/01/2006
For buffi and beth