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Raffael Oct 2015
You are at my door
you never looked so lonely
what is it you dont know
answer that you looking for
or is it my protection why you are coming around
tonight,
oh well

Why are you telling me that i'am wrong?

a million people
having teary eyes
and you want the truth to destroy their lies
you want to be a hero
with a weary soul
but i can't stand watching you burning out like coal

Why are you telling me that i'am wrong?

you try to be strong
walk your way all alone
i want to hold your hand
but you turn your back at me in the end
do you really think that you can get through
with the way you do
i can only tell you that its true
that there will be no martyr for your wounded soul

and you dont have any answers
you whisper in the dark
words on the the street
or was it a bark?

so why are you telling me that i am wrong?
Raffael Oct 2015
I have been hiding in the swamps
for a dog-gone long week
allday i have been trying to move my feet
through the mud and the blood of mosquitos and alligators
with the eye of a eliminator
and with the hand of a monkey
i was painting a portrait
of myself
without a helping hand

the swamps
fireflys in my oil lamp
the swamps
a big fire was burning at the end
of the swamps

The vines fell from the tree
nearly fell on me
all night i was using up my matches
for no good reason at all
exhausted i was laughing at
silly parrots and spiders jumping in the fire
while the frogs made the score
like an out of tune choir

the swamps
the shadows were tall
the swamps
bigger than the biggest hall
oh the swamps
Raffael Oct 2015
She smiled at me
as her horses were running
wild and free
I looked at her
and saw everything
there is to see
Now is not the time
here is not the place
my face is empty now
hanging here in blank space
She smiled at me
and looked
at my hands moving nervously
still shaking from the love i took
if i'am so missplaced here in time
each second passing
will keep me
from making you mine
i am growing older
and i wonder how to be young again
a child, a man, a fool
i want to be all of them
at lifes school
but then
there is lightning in her eyes
they are sending down the rain
as i repeat all of this
as i say it all again

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