Come along with me,
And hold my hand,
I'll fly you away,
Past the undiscovered lands.

I'll bring you along,
And talk on the phone.
But you're not the same,
You're not who I know.

Your scars can leave,
Along with your regrets,
I'm still here with you,
And I'm not leaving yet.

Not until the end,
When you've heard of your legacy,
I'll be right here beside you,
Until your last breath.

And even after your buried,
I'll stay by your side,
After the moon's final stage,
And every tear is cried.

The candle of daylight wearied and waned,
And labour's veins were into stillness drained;
As Sun was summoned to the rising west,
I softly stood beside your earthly rest.

Reposed within a distant deep of green,
From the ravenous ken of Man unseen;
Where the land draws her light and languid breath,
And grey garlands of rock and sky bound her breadth.
                                                        ­                               Decayed and lifeless, between dead hands wrought,
A humble stone revealed your humble plot;
No treasure-fraught barrow, no marble vault,
Did laud your life, nor lament at its halt.

Now withered and gone was the hand that made,
In Lethe had foundered the mind that bade,
The heart, that yearned in fleeting years of yore,
Had burst, as a wave on an endless shore.

A drowsy darkness now had deftly crept,
As heaven turned her sable cheek, and wept
Countless crystal tears, while wispy winds blew,
Painting the night in their hoary hue

But what will I from my winters bequeath,
When December’s dainty snows dust my wreath?
In radiant dawn is born each plain day,
Till the murk of midnight mists shroud them away.

Why do people lie to protect their image?

Why do they feel the need to be perfect?

This longing

This urge

This want

To be perfect?

They say they lie to protect their legacy

But

How can you protect something

That doesn’t exist yet?

Know that,
in afterlife,
it is not a crime to be born
out of time,
waiting for
the end of an era
that never came—
soon enough for you.  

Are you seeing the immortal roots of the trees
you’ve planted springs ago,
in the garden that has outlived you?
Because I hear you in
the leaves’ rustling whispers:

All life returns to the ground,
but this is how you inherit the earth.

Sail away


We all sail away in the end.
Yeah we all sail away in the end.
When the horizon calls, we will be walking to a fall,
Because we all sail away in the end.


When the storm calls our name,
We will have been found but never saved,
Because we all sail away in the end.
Life is only one day in an eternity of time,
So go get what you deserve before you end up dead.
When you are carried away by the rising of the tides,
You will be free to leave and I hope you get to begin again.


If the winters doors do not open anymore,
All the heat in the world will not let you through to see the sun.
We all rise and fall, as our sail carries us for-
Words are all that remain when we are gone.
As we rise, we fall, as we sail onwards towards the shore,
We see our end before our time has come to rule the world.


In a sea of lies, we are floating butterflies;
We need the sun to dry our wings out before we can fly.
If we are carried on high, then we will have been justified;
If we believe, maybe we will walk into the light.


Oh we’re all heading home in the end.
Yeah we’re all heading home in the end.
When the moment comes and we sail off into the sun,
All the stars will lead us to a place,
Where we can be with our friends.


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