The situation is growing grim,
Some movement this is.
Everyone who challenges one side,
Proceeds to die.
They are many,
The others are few.
I know wrong from right,
But I will not fight the wrong tonight. . .

When he come out
After the shipmasters attorney
He walking to billies store

Tinkerbell and Tijuana, the mistresses of lost hope,
mill around these high-tech molecules
called Future, waiting
for the lights to go back on.

By train, my brain sees a tunnel ahead.
By foot, shadows dance upon my back.
In the stillness of a page of news,
I wait for my muse.

I try to stay happy
Happy for them
I don’t want them to see my struggles
I don’t want them to hurt
Or to know the hurt i have
So i smile
Anything can be hidden behind a smile
Even the most hurt people can hide it
The hiding is from the smile
But the truth
The truth is in the eyes
Its always the eyes

Its okay to have fewer friends than others
Its okay to be yourself
I never knew that before
I wish i did
Its okay to love another woman
I know i do
Its okay to write your feelings
I know i do
But i do as no one listens
No one listens as i talk
I talk too much
Im too annoying
I never found them to be annoying
I sit there and listen
I hear all their problems
Their minor inconveniences
But as i make an attempt to tell mine
I talk too much
Thats why i write
Thats why i wrote the letters
Theres only one attempt left for me
I’ll be listening from the stars

All roads lead to your curls
Have you read My Heart lately?
It’s the Hero’s Journey
And you, my Resurrection

Every day on this train station,
I stand and wait for confirmation.
She's standing on the other side,
and lets her hair out in a glide.

Shadows spilling on the platform,
wind is blowing in my face.
Number 23 incoming,
she is getting on the train.

And as I stand on this train station,
she turns around in confirmation.
The train doors close, I wave goodbye.
We'll see each other in no time.

The air feels nice, the station – empty,
next train is scheduled, one of many.
A windy summer afternoon,
it's cool, it's quiet, it goes too soon.

i need to drown in your scent
to be engulfed in your presence
to melt in your arms
and become one with you