She entered her son's bedroom and found him playing hide and seek.
"Shhhh mommy. Don't make a noise, he'll figure out where I am hiding."
His mother smiled and ruffled his hair, "Okay sweetie, just come downstairs for dinner when you're done playing."

"Honey, what's our son up to?", her husband asked her while reading the newspaper.
"The same like always, playing with his imaginary friends.", she laughed.

Inside the cupboard, their hiding place, they whispered slowly.
"Don't tell mommy that we play together, she'll think you're crazy."
"But you're my brother, I am sure they'll be very happy."
"No. You don't get it, for them I'll always be the dead baby."

Who are you to say that you know me better than everyone else?
Even my shadow is unaware of my doings when I enter the darkness.

Tonight I am wandering like a drunk in the streets , honey
hoping to find that shooting start that brought you to me.

They said it was his last cigarette killed him.
But I believe it was the first one
that he smoked back in his youth for the girl
who broke his heart.
Whereas he smoked the last one yesterday
when he thought he could have a fresh start.

Never think that dead leaves cannot speak.
Words can be uttered without mouth or beak.
Come in heard to hear and they'll remain mum.
To hear them in solitude you need to come.

Loneliness and silence are their best friend.
You can listen only if truth you seek and intend.
If you've mind and heart to listen, men of clay!
Words more worthy than living they can say.

If your heart is strong and if you have no fear.
Then in storms they are very loud, very clear.
And if your heart is weak in breeze come near.
Truth of this life they will whisper in your ear.

For Him, the pillars of these limited buildings could never be enough
That's why He chose to live inside a place as colossal as a human's heart.

Sometimes I get tired of pretending to be stronger than I am.
So I stroll into a dark corner taking the heavy armor off
as I allow my demons to take over and control me for a while.
I please myself with some moments spent alone.

And when all the marks and wounds of war have washed away,
I dress up and take charge of myself, pretending to be strong again.