Addiction to this
Way of life, this country pride,
While others love it

Listen up, caviling charlatans.
Forgo the sporadic rebuff,
luminous is the dark
and shaded is the light,
the path to endless days.

If the vagabond's respite
is fraught with retribution,
why continue in shambles,
instead, covet his ways.
Don't lament the shadows,
cry for illuming rays.

I don't know
if i can tell
there's a way
out of hell

what cannot grow
is hard to sell
in my brain
what I have felt

hiding behind
the broken walls
where every tear
pours a waterfall

there i drown
by my self
under an ocean
no one can hear you yell

and then a fire
burns with all I've wept
every scar
that i have kept

starts to breathe
and I open my eyes
flying high
up in the sky

and I can see
oh, I can tell
there's a fool
down in hell

waiting to be freed
from his greed
and now his soul
is not his to sell

and I start to dream
it begin to rain
and I was drowning
once again

I don't know
if i can tell
there's a way
out of hell

People are very keen to tell you who you are.
You are kind, caring, charming.
You are a superb athlete.
You are a wonderful student.
A compassionate son, who never once raised his voice.
A loyal friend, who never once ditched me for Dan Wallis-Evans.
You are eleven.
You are spotless.
You, though, are one of those people who is happy to stand up and say "No, that is not who I am. This is who I am."

You are kind, caring, charming.
You are a superb athlete.
You are a procrastinating student.
A compassionate son, who stayed on my bedroom floor for three weeks over the course of three months because of falling outs.
A loyal friend, even if you ditched me for Dan Wallis-Evans.
You are eleven.
You will always be eleven.
Your existence isn't proving people wrong, anymore.

Once again torn in two.
To go or stay.
To love or hate you.
Struggling to keep the doubts at bay.

It seems so silly to have so much pain,
we were so willing to throw it all away,
just yesterday,
can I really erase that from my brain?

Why is it when the sun shines I want to be here?
Why can't I stay mad at you my dear?
I go from wanting to hurt you,
to sticking to you like glue.

What is it about this place?
Making me at once both miserable and complete?
Maybe it is the pain that makes my heart race.
Maybe I'm an addict, making happiness a herculean feat.

Winter anticipated the night and the stars
And I walk immensely immersed in them.
If warm lighting reminds me that I exist,
The sporadic lights on the cars think I still persist.

After all, only the stars trigger the act of dreaming,
In this journey traversed by nostalgia
Of all the contemplated heavens I've ever dared to wish.
The cold road is the only way.

The life, which I thought I knew, was made in fleeting hours,
Somehow I need to go where I really belong,
That place of latent presences so often felt,
Behind my mind.

Home is not about a place, it is a feeling,
That suppresses the urge to wander indefinitely.
Although knowing that reality it´s falling apart
I'll go home.

I am at crossroads and do not know which way to go
My near and dear lead me to bog just to be drowned
They know me and want me to go through a big blow
For me this is the way they they found like a hound

They do not want me to survive hence they but attack
I have my own rules of the game to be fair and honest
If I am fully convinced then I will in my defense, sack  
I will return the assault in the same coin to make dust

My sincerity will lead me to the path, clear and clean
I know from birth till death I remain with them at war
They can not change because they are meanest of mean
They will remain in darkness while I will be north star

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow