It should be no surprise
That I felt inspired when I managed to find
Zeal's theme from Chrono Trigger,  Corridors of time
And as I began to ponder this rhyme
I thought "this piece of music is an excellent description of our lives"
Because truthfully, life is a corridor from birth to the grave
The end is inevitable, whether you were born again or unsaved
So I stare at the walls occasionally and at the past I look back
I smile at the memories given to me from days long past
And I March forward once again, and we should all do the same
Life for all is a corridor, the only difference between them is our name

I'm a love hungry *****.
There i admit it.
I'm owning up to it
Because this singleness while pleasant for a time is getting older than cheap gold

But I don't want lazy or incomplete love
I want the kind of love that fills my heart up to the point it runs over
the kind that just to make someone happy I'd dive from the cliffs of dover

The love that says "It's okay babe, I know you had a long day. Here I got you some arizona, I hope you feel okay"
The kind that knows when somethings wrong and how to back away

Basically I want to meet someone that'll show me why with others it didn't work out
And when I meet her (wherever she is) I hope there's no doubt

Your hair fell down to your waist
Long and golden, my eyes had so much trouble digesting that much beauty beholden
You walked into that golden field and I drank in your features
I swear your soul could walk through the night and ward off several deadly creatures
The golden field shined just like your amazing mind
Someone on your level is just so hard to find

I couldn't sleep
The sandman must've been waylaid
So I got up and crept outside
And on the back porch I stayed
Looking out into the endless night sky
The stars blinking and twinkling
The night is so hauntingly beautiful, and it doesn't have to try
The moon hung low, shining into my heart
I said "You can shine to my chest at best, but my mind you cannot bless"
I smiled at the sky, and as I walked in I heard a deep breath of wind.
The door closed and night rain began to fall
A reflection of what goes on within

You often reflect on your family
That much is true
But when it's all said and done
And the film of your life has cut to black
When heaven's chorus has begun
And you no longer need or lack
When the preacher says "They're in a much better place now"
And your coffin is in the grave
And the dirt is shoveled over

How will your family reflect on you, when death strikes like the king cobra?

A pictures worth a thousand words
The thought process is worth a million
A smile is a priceless sight
A genuine one more rare than a good Brazilian

Tears carry bottled up sadness
Running freely down a face
And laughter is a sign of joy
Represented by wrinkles in that same place

The soul can be squeezed out
After years of trial and frustration
Leaving a hollow shell that once was hopeful
Now just a shadow like representation

So if a picture is truly worth
A thousand words as they say
What is a human beings worth
As they kneel down to pray?

Am I okay? No, but I'm going to say so anyway
Why?
Because I hate feeling weak, it's insufferable to my pride
So any major change or disappointment
I usually hide the emotions
And take the pain in stride


Am i okay?  No.
And I hate all the attention around me when sonething is wrong
I don't like people's spotlights on me
When I'm down for too long
If at all, I prefer to do my suffering in the dark

Because that's what really suits my often disappointed heart