fate put a pen in my hand
and a paper in front of me
fate told me to pour my heart out
so i wrote poetry

fate gave me a tool to record the thoughts of time
and the visions i see
so i recorded it with rhythm and rhyme
and the passion within me

i reflect the light of the sun
from pen to paper
i spread the smell of flowers
to make it even greater

i write the sound in the water
i write the movement in the sky
i write the touch of grass
and the way the birds fly

i write effects and feelings
i write expressions of passion
i write what hope brings
i write my imagination

each word i write
brightens my heart alittle more
each phrase that takes shape
opens up another door

so i give a toast to poetry
my friend
my buddy
the one who sticks by me
the who always helps me

you always have an open hand
you always make me feel happy and free
you always help me stand
when standing isn't easy

let us now raise our drinks together
and dedicte this moment
to poetry
may it live through our hearts
for all of eternity

stop pushing me down
stop holding me to the ground
let me stand on my own two feet
when i get up i hope its the devil i meet
because im gonna get up strong
im gonna get up right
this wont take long

im getting up with a fist in my left hand
and a hammer in my right
im gonna be smashing the devil all day
im gonna be smashing him all night
but i suppose i should be thankful
because the devil gave me hate
something to let loose
somethin with which to devastate

nothing will break my path
i tear down the road with wrath
my dreams can't be shattered
broken, beaten, or battered
everything in my way will be killed
nothing and no one is stronger willed

I live between the darkness and the light
I am no angel of heaven
or demon of the night

i do not **** for pleasure or smiles
i do not save lives for rewards that stretch for miles
i do not hide in secret because of fear or defeat
there are reasons why i run and retreat

to most i am evil
i am the devil within
to most i am the devil himself
i am each and every sin

they are wrong

i cannot be defined
my life cannot be waved off and signed
i cannot be controlled
i am driven be the fury of the warriors of old

there was a time when wars were fought with sword and shield
and such a power that made their enemies yield
lives weren't saved out of simple care
they were saved for the good of everyone everywhere
their hope was always hanging on the tip of a string
but they knew the future can be changed by even the smallest thing
and even though life barely hung by a thread
they lived and fought as long as they weren't dead

I feel the wind rush across my face
And it takes me away
To a once invisible place

A place the world has never seen,
With running mountains
And tall rivers,
Jumping birds
And kind killers,

A place where dreams rarely come true,
And the stars are always falling upon you,
Colors for millions of miles,
Silver trees and plains of golden tiles,

Leaves of birds,
Roses of water,
Feelings of words,
Colder of hotter,

Energy of wind,
Treasure of sky,
Life of earth,
In peace to die,

But no dreams,
No friends,
No family,
Is how this life ends,

And I once again feel the wind rush across my face
In hope of returning to a once familiar place,
But I am not taken back to the home that I now dearly miss,
I have been given a lot here but I have not been given this,

I hated my life before
But now it’s even worse,
This field of gold is my cemetery
And the water of air is my hearse,

Even in a place of dreams
Where dreams don’t exist,
Happiness isn’t what it seems,
Anything is better than this,

I didn’t know what I had
Until it was taken away,
I forgot who I was for a second
And now I’m in a different place than I was earlier today,

But now I know
That family and friends can’t be replaced,
By golden grass
And silver lakes,

Or by trees of silver,
Or tiles of gold,
Or water of air,
Or fear of old,

Not influence of mind,
Nor age of time,
Not the strongest powers,
Nor history’s greatest hours