Chains could not hold down the pride which filled in
Through the open bars of my cell.
Darkness could not smother the thickening sounds
Of silence, still and deadly
A moving shadow dared to oppress me of my
Breath, my last breath
I scream the last of my heart,
One cough silenced the sickening tongue,
The head flopped to one side, cold, then still
The scream filled the room, even the barred windows
Could not stop the scream from escaping.

One last chance to smell the rose,
That rose you gave me on my birthday

One last chance to see the snow,
That snow which we made snow-angles in

One last chance to feel the water,
That water which we leaped into together

One last chance to hear the wind,
That wind which blew your hat away

One last change to touch that falling star
That star which you captured in my heart

One last change to be with you
That I wouldn’t miss for the world

How might you be lost?
In a stream?
In a river?
Or in your own head?

Tea or Coffee?
Fish or Chips?
Left or Right?
Right or Wrong?
Salt or Pepper?
Brown or Red?
I’m so confused,
I’m lost in my head!

France or Italy?
Manchester or London?
North or East?
Atlantic or Pacific?
North or South Pole?
America or Australia?
I’m so confused,
I’m lost in my head!

How can you choose in the world?
Where everything is the same
Only different in it’s own mind?
So much choice
Too much choice
I’m so confused,
I’m lost in my head!

A deadly sin is love, so powerful and creative,
Yet so beautiful and destructive
No one can call love their own,
But only gaze at it in wonder,
And dream each night away,
Thinking of their dream lover,
Only to be ignored the next day

How much longer will I have to wait?
I keep asking myself, everyday I see him
Everyday I talk to him, yet I get nothing in return.
A smile, a kind hello, to offer him assistance with work,
But nothing else in return.
I know that I am no beauty, but that lies within,
A young man hides a mighty lion,
A young woman hides a graceful swan.

Maybe tomorrow I tell myself, maybe tomorrow
Will be a different story; a lucky day hopefully.
He’s still single, why don’t I ask him now,
Now whilst he’s still free, but I can’t now,
I’m too scared, too many people are watching,
He’ll never say yes to me, never to me,
The only time it will be yes will be in my dreams,
The only happy place, in my dreams with my lover

The clock in the north,
Silent and still,
Never more will it ring,
Stay still on the hill

The war is over
They shout and they cheer,
Happiness grows louder,
Nothing left to fear

But at what cost,
Are the deaths paid?
Nothing for loved ones,
They have been betrayed

Now they lie there,
In the dark, muddy ground,
Nothing to be said,
Not a single sound.

Blood for Blood,
Lies for Lies,
They all fell fighting,
Behind the enemy lines

A world of pain,
A world of suffering,
A world of death,
A world of crying

Now they must lie,
The warriors of war,
For the next great battle
The next great war

Tick, tick, tick, went the clock,
Bang, bang, bang, went my head.
Never before has the world started to spin
So violently, until I tried to stand up.

I would lie there for days on end
Just thinking of everyone else,
What they would be doing now,
What they would be saying about me.

They believe that I was perfectly fine,
Just pulling their leg to stay off from that test.
But I wasn’t fine, far from it, what they didn’t
Know was that I was dying

Four months they said in that white room,
But that was over four months ago,
Now I just have to lie and wait,
Just lie and wait for the time to come

How long till then? A month, a week,
A day, an hour, or even a minute?
But it will come sooner or later,
And I’ll be ready, ready for it to come

One man can rule over all
Rome, the greatest City of all
The Empire of the World,
Ruled by one man,
Julius Caesar

His passion for power was huge,
His empire, even bigger
But some where not so kind,
Others wished him gone,
And so they plotted,
Plotted a plan,
Plotted his assassination

The day then came,
From returning from one battle,
To be greeted back home,
Before the next great battle arrived,
But he was warned to flee
“Beware the Ides of March”
The Soothsayer said, but he didn’t listen
He continued on his route to the Senate

His wife saw blood, his own blood,
And the faces of enemies bathing in his blood
But even her wise words couldn’t persuade him
He still went to the Senate
Where the murderers were waiting
How much more did he have to endure?
Through the torment of the power struggle,
To please the Mob, or his friend?
Brutus made the choice, his choice,
The choice that changed the Empire
“Et tu Brute”, and Caesar fell

The battle determined all,
The rightful ruler over the Empire
And the traitors fell,
By their own swords

The world is a huge place
But so much can be said and done
Like that day when we wanted cake,
But which one should we have?
We are undecided still

What different does it make to anyone
Whether the water is hot or cold, rich or poor, well or ill,
It’s what makes us unique in this world
The choices we make is what we are
Different to everyone, but all the same

Why must I wait to be served?
Why must I wait to be seated?
Why must I wait to be collected?
Why must I wait to be chosen?
Why must I wait to be next?
Why must I wait to be picked?
Why must I wait anymore?
I need not wait anymore for the final chance
Why must I wait?
I don’t need to wait anymore,
What I want is right here

The heart stopped beating,
Or so my mother said
But what does she know about the dead?

She can’t hear nor see them,
So what does she know?
Only I can hear their cries of woe

But life is still young,
Or so they say,
But for me, it is but one moment away

I can see the stars that shine,
But the clouds draw in,
And so does the end, my time wears thin

It’s over now, its over now,
I can’t feel it anymore,
So now I must go, now I will go through the door.