When angels cry
The sins in us all
Are washed away by their tears
But there anger tears apart the sky
So when you hear the thunder roar
It isn't the atmosphere cracking
Under pressure
Its when the good are done wrong
And the bad should begin to feel fear
For their end is near

I  write because I want to shout

And yet I cannot speak

I want to tell some things in me

But I feel I am weak



I write because I want to open

To make all things so clear

I do not know if one will find

The same sounds that I hear



I write because I want to share

The gift that now I keep

To some it maybe ordinary

But  to others it  could be steep



I want to write, I want to shout

I want to open and share

I want to reveal, I want to help

To show that I love and care…

Words
Are
Real

Allies
Not
Defeated

Public
Elated
And
Children
E­mbrace

When we were young
We were invincible
No one could catch us
No one could stop us
Driving round the streets at night
Being chased in the moonlight
By everyone trying to hold us back
And in that moment it was silent
You dared me to trust you
What a mistake I made
What a silly game we played
I lost it all everylast bit
Well good, you can keep
Just don't come back

When your mind becomes numb
When your emotions are gone,
When your anger is a time bomb,
When you cry out to the sky
Because your lonely and scared
But only the devil responds
Because god isn't there
Remember your better then
To let your life flow out your veins
Don't let your bones be the only thing that remains
Just remember what your once were
Remember what you can be
Remember who I am
Not who he wants you to see

Heroes lie not far from here,
beneath the soil that brought them near.
Closer with each step they took,
and every time they chanced their luck.

The man who sits across the road,
a hero with a tale untold.
A soul that can't be bought or sold
A silent hero growing old.

Then there's stars that fail to shine,
but maybe just in your minds eye.
Every star that brought the light,
was to balance out the nights.

The nights when darkness falls the most,
the battered ships upon the coast,
all waiting for that sweet reprieve,
when we think, when we breath.