die Schönheit der vorbeiziehenden Wolken
ein unbeschreiblich schöner Anblick
die Stärke des aufbrausenden Windes
ein unbeschreiblich harter Kampf

Voller Leichtigkeit, ganz ohne Schwere
beginnen all die kahlen Bäume zu tanzen
der endlose Tanz füllt die stille Leere
neue Kompositionen, neue Romanzen

Äste und Blätter folgen dem Rhythmus, ohne Zwänge
Büsche und Bäume biegen sich, neue Formen entstehen
Um uns herum einzigartige und beruhigende Klänge
Jedes Mal ein erfüllendes Gefühl, dieses Spektakel zu sehen

Der Komponist Natur
brilliert und überzeugt mit Bravour
so echt, so nah, so pur

Am Ende des Tanzes
hinterlässt der Wind und die Natur
seine oftmals ganz eigene, einzigartige Gravur

I've written poems for people who've just thrown them away.
I've written poems when I was going through hard times.
I've written poems when there was nothing else to do.
I've written poems that have gone past peoples heads.
I've written poems that have not been good.
I've written and written and written.
When will it be my turn?

What is holding you back?
That feeling of fear or being rejected?
Is it that little voice in your head that tells you otherwise?
Or could it be that your parents have told you so?
OR did you hear it from a stranger?
Did you dream about it when you were at your lowest?
Did you learn to harness that energy?
How long did it take for you to actually believe it?
How many times were you hurt by words?
Before you realized that they were just words?
If you are still stuck in this place that is okay.!
From what I hear people are still searching for their way out.
Some have found their way like no other has before.
That is something to be extremely satisfied of!
In the end if you can't fiind your way out.
Ask for help.
Sometimes thats all we need.

I ran for my life.
Not knowing the consequences.
Beaten up from the fighting.
I told myself it was self defense.
All I remember is wailing on this person.
I took a step back and paused, then I lunged toward him.

My head drifts through these clouds
Being up this high smells like rain
Looking down I see nothing but pain
Seeing my lifeless corpse on the floor
Waiting to be dovoured by the board