I was Alexander the great,
Rolling through Greece conquering.
I was Romeo Montague,
Killed myself over love.
I was Commander Washington,
Blazing through the brits for liberty.
I was me,
Though I left me wondering who I'd be next.

I am the greatest craftsman there is

I don’t make precious jewels
Neither do I make intricate sculptures from wood or stone
I can’t even wrap my head around paintings
Nor can I claim to understand the inner workings of a clock
I don’t know the basics of baking
Needless to say I can’t go near a beautiful dress

But there is one thing I know how make
A priceless thing at that
People wish they could own it
Yet it often just slips through their fingers

Newborns have it to spare
Foggies are scrunching for more
Kids spend theirs playing and laughing
Adults often wish they had spent theirs more wisely

I’m very good at making my thing
Too bad I can’t sell it for a living
At least I can make it for myself
And give it to the people I care about

But sometimes…
The person I love about can’t give me theirs
They say…
“I don’t have enough for myself,
I don’t have enough for you”

And to that I just want to say…
“Just make more time,
I made time for you
I expected the same in return”

There is a fence between me and her
Trying to cross it will get either hurt
Ti’s only a wooden fence though
And it still allowed love to grow

We can’t see or touch,
But my love was an axe enchanted with [Robust]
I tried to chop and slash
To only see a little scratch

So I told my love:
“Put on a glove
And strike the fence hard and true
So I can finally see you”

To kiss your lips is my only want
Even while going against my aunt
To move past that we must wait
until we are married if that's not too late

But a ton of nothing I heard
And with my thoughts, it stirred
Did she not love me so?
Maybe our love was faux

It was the next day
But the silence with me stayed
I tried and tried and tried again
But my strength and love started to wane

maybe the worst part is
that I've let them all down again
my cat sits patiently by the door
waiting for you to walk through it
my mother beamed and gushed
about how happy she was for me,
"Finally!"
maybe we got too ahead of ourselves
and believed in each other too much
taking the world with us on the way up
and then too when we came crashing down

if I never ask anything of you
expect nothing, give no opportunity,
you can't let me down
can't forget, change your mind
I'll keep you at a distance
so I won't expect a thing
retaining what little power I have

Reckless unlucky poor wretch
She’s roamed much. She’s suffered much.
And no matter what happens around her,
It’s all the one – she is still such.

She was in any way kind to world.
She never had any blackhearted thoughts.
She trusted much, dissolved in love.
She gave herself with no second thoughts.

She slipped away into her love.
She was sure no poison was there,
No rude and mortal human drafts.
There was only the truth! And nothing else never!

But there was a lot of dirt in real,
A lot of stiffness, a lot of falsehood.
She gave her love with no doubt an’ fear
And they in reply only croak of crows.  

She’s so panny plain, naive and homely
And she still live against the odds.
She roams the world and dumbly shuffling
Forever forbids herself to love.