I am so close to the finish line,
I hold onto the memory’s from the beginning to the end,
Waiting to return to normal.

Sure the swimming is nice,
The view,
But you miss the things you leave behind the most,
Your friends,
And family.

When you want to say goodbye,
But it is to hard.
The sadness overwhelmes you,
The anger of leaving.
We are almost there

I'm a child of this heartless world
where you're playing with my tears
they run down my face
just like deep rivers
and they are full of blood!

There is no sunshine in my sky
my heart is little but so broken
and overflowing the rivers
with tears of sadness
and darkness fills the sky!

The heartless world doesn't hear my yell
my parents are laying down next to me
but they aren't hugging me
and my siblings have no breath
because you have killed them all!

Hated by some,
Loved, but respected, not by everyone.
Cared still for all,
like the roses in her garden
expressed not, that could offend any person.
She possessed a heart
warmer than the sun.
a love..not sensed by everyone.

She toiled, and toiled
knew, she could never be a brave man
nor, she could get anything in return.
knew not, the world couldn't be anything,
without her mere presence
The flowers giggled, and nature smiled
the moon grew brighter,
when this fact it realized.

God sighed at the sight,
at women shimmering in delight
going through lots, but showing nothing but a happy expressions.
He loved her tons, and hugged her tight
wished her well, Saying:
'Long live ya woman!'
you're the reason why this earth smiles,
and everything's there so, so alright every now and then!

Tell me I'm not this. The blue began to flood
inside a room once painted black. Tell me I don't
see this. The orb of morning peering its start right to
my eyelids that can't even close. Tell me I don't hear
this. Birds chirping for sunrise, playing lightly as my
lullaby. Tell me I'm dreaming. My leg still twitches,
seven in the morning, because I'm afraid I'll lose myself
before dawn. Shedding emotion in fast waves of flight,
tell me I didn't run through time, making stars out
of daylight. Orange in the sky, and not from shy
headlights in insomniac cars. Yellow, making its fellow
opening for my uncomforted sleep, not a nightlight like before,
no. Tell me I'm not this.