Troy Urbalejo

Troy Urbalejo Mar 2012

The rain crashes down on the concrete and my feet.
These clouds are grey and these streets are empty.
Only the sound of my steps and my heavy breathing.
Theres pigeons under this bridge and dirt on my lips.
The rain in my toes through the holes on my soles.
I should feel like I am drowning.
But I'v got nothing but love and truth to be told.
Only change in my pockets and empty roads.
Nothing but cans and a pair of boots.
And I am getting so lonely.

Iv got a gypsy soul and a story to tell.
But nobody wants to listen.
I don't need change, I don't need your clothes.
I just want my story to be told.
I got a Gypsy soul and a story to tell.
Full of strength and wisdom.
I don't need your food, I don't want your sympothy.
Just sit down and listen to me.

The rain on my shoulders and the Thunder hanging over.
A picture in my pocket of my once special lover.
All crumbeled and torn like the paths I have chosen.
But I would follow them again.
The fading fog in the moon and the bright street lights.
My hands in thee air to cover my swollen eyes.
If I had a choice to turn back the hands of time.
I wouldn't change the decisions I made in this life.
Now will you listen to me.

*Iv got a gypsy soul and a story to tell.
But nobody wants to listen.
I don't need change, I don't need your clothes.
I just want my story to be told.
I got a Gypsy soul and a story to tell.
Full of strength and wisdom.
I don't need your food, I don't want your sympothy.
Just sit down and listen to me.

Troy Urbalejo Mar 2012

This Soul

So right here, some how. Right there, I fell down.
And right here, I smile now. Cause right there a soul I found.
This soul was beuatiful, this soul was fragile.
This soul was so hard to understand.

Right here, one day. Right there, I fell to the ground.
But this soul picked me up, this soul found my hand.
And right here, I'm dreaming. Cause right there, this soul is breathing.
And right here, and somehow. This soul I understand.

Troy Urbalejo Mar 2012

Shooting Star

Well I am just going to sit back.
I am going to watch these planets collide.
Watch them shatter to glass.
Or come crashing down.
I will follow these star so far.
You'll never hear from me again.
Maybe in a century or so.
But not intell then.

I am staring through this glass.
And suddenly it all feels so real.
And am I just a figment in my head?
Or is this univers really so little.
And well on this shooting star, looking back at the scene.
The earth and the clouds and you staring back at me.

And I watch these planets crash.
Watch them crumble and fall.
I'll watch these stars burn and fade.
And let those suns explode.
And i'll be gone forever cause forever feels like home.
But everytime you watch for that shooting star.
Just remember you're not alone.

Troy Urbalejo Mar 2012

Just a Friend

This someone is sleeping, she is always sleeping so lonely.
She dreams about the faces of those who made her laugh so loudly.
She smells the summer but hopes for winter when.
She dreams about the man who helps her understand.
All the right things, her world so loving.
Like yellow daisey flying in her soft souls breeze.

She trys to break but can only bend.
She hates her heart and how its so big and open.
She feels like a roller coaster going at high speeds.
Just wants to feel butterflies and lavender cream.
And shes someone you can't label, she isn't just a friend.

Shes scared for love cause of all the fools who left her behind.
Much to scared of hope being hurt to many times.
And she's not able to forget, the past but won't stop giving love.
Intell she has found a reason to never give it up.

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