I need to have, a Slice of Heaven, Whilst living My life on Earth. Where can I find, What I keep seeking? I'm seeking it, as I feel the Dearth. So I plucked a few Stars, from the Sky. Whilst the Moon stared at Me. She kept wondering, why the Stars. When there were Fishes, out at Sea. I then chose to chase the Butterflies, that were eyeing the Flowers Around. They saw Me in My Rose Garden and left without touching the Ground. When will Happiness, find Me and I get a Slice, of what I'm looking For? I keep winning all Battles in My Life. It's high time, I won the War.
I caught myself dreaming of places I’ve never been to and seen before, Breaking, decaying, crying my eyes out till they’ve flooded the floor.
I’ve been flying; without the wings of any of the angels or the birds, Living with strangers; so unfamiliar inside of this very small world. Repairing these many things that never broke; putting back the many tiny pieces of my soul.
Wondering where next to go.
Screaming, “keep your long breaks” you can’t break into my heart. Ease your pace into falling in love; and my love test your brakes.
But I’m smiling in the dark, hope you see my bright smile; I stole from a thousand stars. I drew a constellation in the skies; just to remind us who we truly are.
Or have you forgotten, four gots; still you’re counting them all, Why are you so afraid to open up, instead of letting people peep through the door?
Complaining about a little, but you could never afford, or handle any more! Waiting at corner shops; when there’s so much in store.
Myself is the longest fight, the battle never ends while you’re still alive. But wouldn’t it put the enemy off, if you came to the battle with a smile?
A storm rages on Trees thrash and break Windows and ears split from the roar of thunder Colossal building shake and bend Rain floods the road Seeps in basements and cars and the earth Waves throw their full weight at the beach Birds and Foxes have long since burrowed Sensing the coming storm
Yet at the same time Not far away A gentle breeze hushly moves the tall grasses in fields Tickles the leaves of blooming trees Weaves its way through the towns and over the waters The people roam the beaches and streets with smiles on their faces and the sun on their skin
Everywhere has its own storm in its own time
And everyone has their own battle at their own time