I'm stuck behind a wall
With myself I'm in a constant brawl
Beaten and battered I can barely crawl
Unfortunately i can't stand tall
Everytime I stand I fall
Everytime I risk it all
I'm still stuck behind this **** wall

This wall I can reach through
But Everytime I do
Same ol same ol happens, nothin new
It says "who are you?"
And throws me away like a horseshoe
I just can't through

I just need to get to the other side
Doesn't matter if I died
Or how many times I cried.
How many times I've lied
Or how many times i need to hide.
I need to get to the other side.

Not being there is killing me
I need to be set free
I need to find a key
Maybe if I'm lucky
Maybe just maybe
I get my chance to flee
But in the meantime, it's killing me.

I get to the wall and stand
Suddenly, a hand
Grabbing on to my arm band
Bringing me to an unfamiliar land
This not what I had planned

I stumble into this new place
Seemingly without a trace
There's a figure, looking at her face
All my emotions get displaced
And my sad thoughts erased
My mind's now floating in space
Happier than anyone in the human race

Im sitting on the ground awestruck
I must have used all my luck
Cuz any other outcome would ****

I admire her beauty and my heart melts
But then she knelt
And picked me up by my belt

I'm standing now, I looked into her eyes and grinned
The world around me had dimmed
And there was no more wind
I thought i had sinned

But suddenly she said "hehe"
That filled me with such glee
My mind had been set free
For the world to see
My smile may be ******
But we must agree
Without my baby
I would still be,
Behind the wall, searching for some imaginary key

there are too many things to fight
her monogamous relationship with the light
extinguished by tired every night
she’s living with the fear side by side
no place to hide
don’t know how to feel relief
although she knows it never gets easier
but, she tries to believe
she will get tougher
stay calm in uncomfortable
her heart shattered
when she wrote a letter
they said it will get better
for her it just gets bitter
she doesn’t know how much longer
can survive the disaster
she needs a saviour
but, she only has herself

Something keeps me awake,
in the midst of the storm,
and makes me want to fight,
instead of hide.
It lets me take up the battle
that others have feared to fight,
and diminishes the fear,
that has threatened to eat me alive.
Courage....

it makes you take a step,
when you could have run away,
makes you throw stones at the enemy,
and watch and wait,
it makes you move,
when you could have stayed trembling.
Courage...

It gets you on your feet again,
after you have fallen several times
it makes you push,
when there's no more strength in you
and leaves you waiting
when there's nothing to wait for.
courage doesn't await victory,
it works it out.
Stay courageous.

#P.J

It was an unusual fight,
soldiers and surroundings were primed right,
war cry and emotions were taking flight,
I wasn’t sure how I was going to spend the night.
Who's better in the war of love?

Tears can’t replace war cries,
War horns can’t drown out deafening silence,
Armed armory can’t beat out lonely foot soldiers,
Seeing eye to eye can’t wish away looking past each other.
What’s right in a cry of despair?

I wasn’t Napoleon,
she wasn’t Helen of Troy,
we were made for each other,
yet we seem to be from different eras.

Even as we were battle ready,
it didn’t matter who won,
peace doesn’t come at an expense,
indeed it came at no cost,
'cos you can’t buy love.

Now, who wants to argue about that?

Glare at me all you like,
I won't throw you
the detonation charges.
You'll have to find another way.
I lost sight of things
from the very beginning.
Blindness is such a relative term
though. I can see you,
I just can't see me.
Why? I can't justify.
Bias will fry us
for sure, but at least
it'll be a clean burn
--spiritual and environmentally safe.
Giving up cannot be an option,
so I will soldier on.
Death should be its own reward,
but I always hoped for more...

She was winning!
She had the poor sod
on his knees,
one more tongue lashing
and this nemesis
would be vanquished!
Only...
he really wasn't
her enemy at all,
but in truth,
her most beloved.
This raging battle
had so swiftly
mushroomed
from such an innocuous start
your head would spin
(like a top).

A passing observation
fueling outright war,
but he valiantly waved
the white flag of surrender.
Suddenly victory
was not so sweet to her,
thus with sword drawn
and poised at his throat,
she called a truce,
and confessed, "forgive me, my darling,
I was wrong."
Pardoned she was,
and peace ensued.
One lovable turncoat,
she traded in her uniform
to became a cowgirl instead
(like on top).

Her passion was life
Her agony was divine
Her choice was death