I wear them to hide my eyes To hide my face My disguise from a world filled with lies You see... Everything looks pink and pretty So much better than the reality I don't wanna believe in the dark things Ugly things Scary things Nothing is what it seems behind these lenses The world is but a dream With pretty grass on both sides of the fences Rose tinted sunglasses Help me through Show me all the good in you And when I look in the mirror I can see what you do Rosy cheeks and a beautiful smile Can't you see? That's why I haven't taken them off In such a long while...
My feather friend My little feather friend is a bird. He sets on my head. He likes to scream in my ear Hello or good boy. He can be a pest at times. When he wants to play with my pen. He puts his head down for me to rub. Sets so still till I'm done. My feather friend.Says hello to all from woody.
kindness is the sky vault. up high, stormless, all-seeing, powerful, empty. kindness is hidden here. storms pass through it, sun passes through it. kindness is not of the storm. it is still, and vast.
What do we live for? Is it for ourselves? Or is there something more. That drives us, that compels. What is the purpose? Of life here on this earth. To love and be loved. And to new love give birth. That's the purpose. And I hope it gives you pause. Because life without love is pointless. No man would have a cause.
Palms on the ground Sweat dripping down I know this is it Never or now Time's slowed to a drip I can hear laughter Such an overwhelming sound They won't laugh after I pick up this gun Life's had its run but now I'm done My mind has been won By depression and corruption Repression and reduction I've come to know and hate This bed that I woke up in Makes me wanna say **** this Tuck this in my backpack And when one more ******* kid shoves me Then I'll attack back I'm tired of falling down Sweaty palms on the ground I can't take anymore Its never or