I build a wall,
around my body;
A shield from all the bullets

They got the chance to
seclude our souls.
The chance was one,
and they took it.

I build a wall
Around my thoughts
So that nobody can reach them
To the young boy next to me I
preach them
But it would take
Not a bullet to **** him
The trigger to his death;
Is one.

Solitude is the most powerful weapon.
It's the best way
to convince a man
He'd be better off in Heaven

But don't you worry
Son.
The walls of the grave will
Always protect you.
Don't you worry
Son.
The angels are loyal
they will
Never neglect you.

A new day
A new start
As long as the sun comes up
And sheds light on the world

Everything may not be forgotten
But may be forgiven
Another chance
To make things right

I may be forlorn now
I may be miserable
But when the sky lights up
I may get a second chance

I can sleep away all my troubles
And get a fresh start
Because tomorrow;
Is a new day.

I sit by the window and listen to the sound of the rain
The soft pitter patter is almost calming
The sky is now tar-black, a big difference to the cocktail blue it was
Raindrops falling, their drumming a melody, music to my ears
That sense of tranquility
The coolness of the water on your skin
Crystal clear drops
Falling from a sheet of grey sky
It's like I hear each individual drop of rain hit the ground;
One by one.

I cry, small drops of sorrow
but time heals; I'll be okay tomorrow
Blue surely a symbol of sincerity and pureness
Does it not remind you of the sea?
Just how soothing the colour blue can be
And eyes that hide many secrets
Whilst carrying the load, remaining speechless
Canvas skies with crystal cotton
Ocean tides that calm and soften
Flowers, peace and sapphire
The ruthless cold eyes of a vampire
Blue is everything;
cold,
but still a flame.
One can ponder upon the meaning of its name.

The dark sky is pierced with stars
I hear the soft rumble of cars
In the day time goes so fast
Yet when it's dark every minute will last

All your troubles seem to go away
When the sky begins to turn ash-grey
For half the day the world is asleep
When the night is dark and deep

A full moon glows shiny and bright
The warm breeze on a Summers' night
With its compelling darkness
And voice of silence

I can forget all of the stress
Forget my head is a mess
When you can just listen to the nothing
And do your thing

Slowly the night slips away
Although I wish it would stay
The night must turn into day.

Dark clouds looming over us
Stern, sullen faces all around
As we crouch in the mud
We're all thinking the same
This could be our last day

Never ending gunfire echoing in my ears
I grip my rifle tightly and close my eyes
I think of my family; I cannot die
I feel the cold air on my cheeks
My lips are dry, my palms are sweaty

We've been down here for hours now
My head is burning, ears ringing
There is no escape
We are prisoners of our own country
Im going crazy down here

This night just drags on
No one dares move
Till the sergeant signals
When dawn comes
We must fight.

I sense my palpitating heartbeat
My sweaty palms
Eyes bloodshot; when you look into them all you can see is bitter pain

Blindly crawling, ****** kneed, trembling
Head burning; a ball of flames
Restless nights, no escape from this
imaginary insane asylum

It kills me slowly, day by day
It strips me of any hope I may have
It makes my sweat run cold
This is terror at its worst.

Hidden deep inside me
A seed growing into a tree
Should I be doing this?
Motivation I seem to miss

Shadows of doubt linger; restless
My head is a mess
Uncertainty's hands
Tightening on my throat

I built a wall around myself
Protecting me from dangerous people
Until I realised the only person
That i was protecting myself from;
Was me.