If hatred is your passion, and harm replaces your harmony

Then truly I cannot wait any longer for the spark of hope that you have already suppressed,

Only if you might ask, then perhaps someone or somebody might offer you a light.

If that light might be offered, and I know it always will be offered,

at least have the courtesy,

to not blow it out.

Living the life of a fool that drools
Because what isn’t lustful isn’t news
But when we all look to the distant
We see, what we lust and truly mean

Give the life a breathe of God
And then first learn to love and lost
From there one can decide to take
Their fate for the mistakes they’d
Might had made

We aren’t so different and so unkind
To our very kind that kept us in mind
We are creation, and the best we could
Is not forget what we hadn´t should

Live the moment for what it’s not
Never live for what you thought

Asi sera la vida
preciosa y nada divina
luchamos por algo rico
y quedamos con la botana

Asi sera que no soy rico
pero en mis venas tiembla
el sabor a conocer
el momento que me estima

Asi soy como refugio
tomando copas del diablo
siento momentos de alegria
como me mata la felicidad

Asi soy como hermano
buscando a la vida pleno
y en que momento me lleno
me tengo que retirar

Asi es la vida
hermosa y cruel
Asi es la vida
Bonito y final

Entonces me sigo tomando copas
y sigo riesgandome
por el fin a tener
un feliz final

I want to live forever
in your heart and never
lose what we endeavored
to create in love together

Our life as a speckle in time
unraveling before curious eyes
as restless children willing to try
and find a way to express their life

In  our passion that we share
in our hearts we learn to care
in our feelings to not despair
as we look for love out there

living in a bubble reflecting agaisnt tainted mirrors
was never really what one wanted for their presence
to be cast aside as something unwanted and undesired

what would it had ever cost to had said, I love you
to give value to the other reflection instead of indifference?
Its not the reason of the child to be the victim for being.

Looking for a reason that never comes, gives no resolution
only to know that one was looking in the wrong place
for to be valued by those that didn't understand what values

To not be mistaken for fools, we have to look within
and then reflect that beauty we find to our own reflection
because truly our beauty deserves to be expressed
as truly as the passion that lives within our own hearts.

In the absence of your essence I still find your spirit hovering in the mist of the day, and the darkness that follows...
Even though you scurry in the shadows of hatred I still see your heart yearning to love
As long as a single spark remains, the fire can always be restarted
As long as there is hope I'll never despair
As long as it takes, is as long as I will wait
Until you learn to love again, to finish what we had only just began, to write our story without a pen, to write the truth as it is.

Silence is the fleeting promise that we never heard
while waiting for our deliverance from all that's good
between waiting for permission to take a chance
and hiding from what we really wanted to last

Ignorance is bliss but knowledge is deceptive
because first one lives and then remembers to live
all the while we return to our same perception
after so many years of battling the deception

They say the jokes on the one that didn't laugh
or as the one that laughs first laughs last
but whose laughing when they see their reflection
of the same person that they denied revelation

The joker grins because he sees the difference
between ones passion in contrast to ones presence
as if the world was really a riddle of opposites
between what one feels and what one experiences

Maybe the shadow knows better than the bearer
because he that follows cannot blame the leader
or if somehow the leader now became the shadow
would the follower now become the lost traveler?

This life is too ***** too ***** to clean
too many thoughts that are inbetween
too much doubt and fear and disbelief
maybe we should listen more to our dreams
and stop hiding so much behind the scenes

When the hand that we love, makes us dust, we think how to not to do the unjust.
If reason they had, it was never shown. Not even a heart, not even a bone. We were treated like nothing, but here we still are. And we are still waiting for are cookie jar. Not poisoned brownies from mamma, just a hello I love you and I'm glad that you are.

Crees que fue el acto noble
que les han rechazado
O fue el acto de egoísta
Que les lo aplaudo
O fue el acto de orgulloso
Que les lo estima
O el acto de ser
Que les lo tienen olvidado

vengo de barrio bajo
pero este no me defino
porque en el barrio consta
que todas siempre enteros

el barrio nunca la falta nada
si una no tiene otra lo pone
hasta que todas comemos juntos
juntos y juntos hasta el muerte

dando y dando el la repuesta
de quien sea mas no hay menos
porque en el barrio todos
somos iguales somos chingones
hasta la muerte fieles

cuentos de hadas y lugares distantes
lleno mi sueno y me llevan lejano
por lo tanto imagino como nino
no puedo olvidar de mi pasado

pensando en momentos pesan pesados
por no sabia el saber de vivir
en este momentos me da un razón
para que me pasa y para que no rendir

me siento el dolor de yo había fallado
sin querer queriendo a fracasar
pero en mi fracaso me encuentro
la esperanza que me hace caminar

por lo bueno yo ha vivido sino lo malo
muestra su cara para burlar de mi
y me sonrisa se brilla en su contra
diciendo la respuesta lo que sentí

dando y dando lo que me enfrente
defiendo mi razón sin ser débil
intentando de olvidar lo que me frena
mi pasión de ser digno y fiel

Darme algo que no me ahoga
sera interesante no de novelas
o talvez me pueden decirme algo
lo que entra a una no siempre salga

Dejame entender si no me equivoque
lo que empieza con un no le siempre late
o es a decir no querer a quedar de malas
no siempre resuelve las indifferencias

Pensando de frente, a lado o no por atras
talvez hay solucion que no me adelanten
por al momento si encuentro lo de mas
por lo menos lo pido que no me destruyen

Darme el momento y los entiendo
que no todo esta hecho de queso
y entra el dia que pretende a ser
un momento que no se volver

Pretendo a volver a vivir

Give me something that does not drown me
it could be interesting, not soaps
or maybe you could tell me something
why what enters one does not always come out

Let me understand if I'm not mistaken
what starts with a not always beats
or is to say not wanting to stay bad
does not always solve the indifferences

Thinking straight, side by side or not from behind
maybe there is a solution that does not advance me
for the moment if I find what's more
at least I ask you not to destroy me

Give me the moment and I understand them
that not everything is made of cheese
and enter the day that pretends to be
a moment that does not come back

I intend to relive

when you breathe the respiration of the passion that you once inhaled
it somehow reminds you that you still are on the trail
the scent, the surroundings, as the heart entails
to tell the story of something more than just a tale

if there wasn't more, or if it got lost in the concept
of who we are, who we will be or who he wasn't
we can still accept the final "he who doesn't"
because to do to not, is more perfect than to not be absent.

In the presence of who had wanted, still wanted, and still go wanting

I dreamt ’twas a hallow’s eve, but knowest not hath me received, ’til I learnt what ’tis to be.

smokey mountain water rain on the night
thinking here that everythings all right
are we going to see some signs of your life
or don't tell me that you gave up the fight

hello there can see me
hello there can you hear me
You know Ive been waiting for sometime

hello there can see me
hello there can you hear me
you know that I want you by my side

early morning sunrise springs to arrive
didnt know if you remember those times
when we laughed together or when we cried
waiting to see some signs of your life

hello there can see me
hello there can you hear me
You know Ive been waiting for sometime

hello there can see me
hello there can you hear me
you know that I want you by my side

many days have passed and nothin lasts
only the smile I remember in your eyes
cant say Im sorry for what has passed
since only we had shared our lives

hello there can see me
hello there can you hear me
you know that I want you by my side
all all of the time
sweet sweet darlin of mine.

We are never homeless. A home is not 4 walls.

A home is not a locked door or a door that you can lock and unlock.

A home is not a place to hide, nor to cover yourself from the elements.

The home one creates, is a place, deep within their heart.

A place where everyone is welcome,

Welcome to be, to create, to realize, to learn

No one is homeless, no man, no woman, no creature, no insect, on this planet, in this world is homeless.

We all belong to who we are, and what we are.

The only homeless in this world are the people who do not listen to their heart.

If I could find a way to express in words what I feel, then that would be a small triumph in this wall of mirrors where I find myself. I had thought, and maybe was thinking a little too far ahead of the ending. For that I suppose I could ponder an idea or 2. It wasn't that I really didn't have a focus at that particular moment, it was because I felt such an irking to lurk a little more in some other less ventured avenues. It really wasn't on purpose and I'm sorry if anyone felt so left out, but in other words, I guess or suppose, I could had put just a little bit more coal on the fire because everyone seemed to have gotten really cold to the point that they had forgetton why they even came in the first place. I should had listened to my shadow, or the happier ones because they ofcourse had a different plan or motive. I jest or put in jest the same idea. To be is divine, to understand the same is a fools undertaking.

here i will come in the night
to show you that i was right
take my hand ill lead you there
to the place i built with care

im calling you dont you hear me?
im wanting to let you be free
im calling you don't you feel me?
im looking at you can't you see?

there i go i must move away
i love you but i cannot stay
too many things i wanted to do
and none of them is to feel blue

im calling you don't you hear me?
im wanting to let you be free
im calling you don't you feel me?
im looking at you can't you see?

where were you when i tried
and all the times that i cried
you think maybe it wasnt true
when i said that i loved you

there i go walking in my path
we knew that it wouldn't last
maybe i will see you around
i hope our love can be found

im calling you don't you hear me?
im wanting to let you be free
im calling you dont you feel me?
im looking at you can't you see?

Jack y Jill subieron la colina y dijeron:
wow, qué emoción, si me caigo, podría perder mi corona,
y todos se reirán después de este fracaso.
y luego juntaron y hicieron otro jugada.

Si creo que no lo soy,
siempre termino con el mismo yo.
Si creo que lo había sido,
aún recuerdo que todavía no ha definido.

Al final, si las reglas dicen esto,
a veces la respuesta está más que conozco
de la suposición, es entender quién lo hizo
la broma perciso que nadie entero.

Broma para uno, no es una broma para todos,
pero a veces entre nuestras caídas,
recordamos quiénes somos y como seres queridas
llevantamos con el mano lo que tenemos.

Y después de que ha caído el telón,
seguimos viviendo como no olvidados.
Aprendamos a comprender y no escondernos
al final de empezar lo que apenas hicimos

Jack and Jill went up the hill, and they said, wow, what a thrill,
If I fall down, I might lose my crown, and then everyone will be laughing after.

If I think not to be, I always end up with the same ol’ me.
If I think to had been, then I still remember that I still am.

In the end, if the rules say this, sometimes the answer is beyond the guess, it’s to understand who made the jest.

Jest for one, is not a jest for all, but sometimes in between our falls, we remember who we are.

And after the curtain has fallen we still live as the not forgotten.

Let us learn to comprehend and not hide so much in our ends, because what gave us life didn’t bend, it only gifted us to learn how to give and begin again.

should I hide so you don't have to remember
the person who was the one who loved you
after all the days of living a fantasy
for better or worse the truth always comes

Was it so hard to just reach out and try
to be a person who is equal to all
with nothing gained and nothing lost
what was wrong with just being humble

Joy is not such a treasured path to search
if your joy causes so many others to suffer
maybe its best that you had shared the moment
and live and let live what you brought to bear

its not so much that one doesn't have options
or the free will to do what they desire
its who has to pay for all your actions
that you realize nothing in life comes free

for better or worse the game still is played
taking victims and victims to appease its rage
but without the ones that carry your burden
there never would had been a reason to deceive

Let me be your shadow for the eternity that lives
and remind you of every moment that was lost
to simply pay attention to what really matters
instead of pretending to be what you are not

Value is value for what we hold onto and yearn
not for what one takes for their own self desire
the pleasure to live and to share that passion
is what really defines us all as more than nothing

Tormentas de lluvia en el reflejo de nuestra mente.
podría darnos la primavera si pudiéramos reinventar nuestro tiempo tan destrozado por mentiras y verdades ocultas cruel

No hay miedo a vivir en nuestro universo tan divino
solo un miedo a no darle la fuerza a nuestro gente
que están esperando su momento para prosperar

Supongo que esperar ahora es demasiado tarde
porque lo que se ha comenzado no terminará apresuradamente

Entonces, si la batalla debe comenzar, que así sea
pero esta vez entiendien la vida nunca termina
y nunca jamas va a terminar

Cuántas veces me quedé helado en esa fría habitación
pensando que solo uno de ustedes podría preguntarme cómo estaba o estar interesado

Entonces los segundos se convirtieron en minutos, días y años
Sin embargo, mi sombra todavía está parada allí, esperando y esperando

Sigo pensando, tal vez fue algo que hice o no hice
Pero todo lo que recibo en respuesta es la misma sombra que acecha agitando
y sigue agitando y diciendo: no te preocupes, algún día ...

Me imagino que cuando algún día se convierta en el día de hoy, entonces mi sombra
volveré y estaré a mi lado. Y luego el frío finalmente se va.

Pero cuando la esperanza solo queda en la imaginación, la desesperación también es solo una ilusión.

Así que solo espero no desesperarme por mi sombra, que se niega a dejar de saludar, y esperando que algún día vengan .

The Fleeting sounds of scurrying footsteps
that scatter away in dust covered shame
of stolen moments from a childs innocence
but when questioned the reason they refrain

When a child begins he knows not what is bad
only the world that he lives before his eyes
when his world breaks making his smile sad
he finds deception that torments his pride

The riddle of life begins and ends the same
of ones who were children remaking the game
only to hide from what has brought them shame
to live in the truth of their chosen domain

Can a child change the future that binds him
or left to change into the opposite of innocence
hiding from everything that he once believed in
justifying the reason that creates his indifference

Or can innocence learn to forgive its deception
of all the pain that caused it to fall and hinder
from the proud being who lived only for revelation
to the lonely coward who hides from his reflection

Hello there in the silence I can't seem to hear your voice
as though it somehow could untwine our grievances
and leave me with a reason to stop lieing
at least hope is not for sale

I still see you in that moment when you looked to me
and now instead you look everywhere else
as if somehow there could be vengance
for what we couldnt control

Maybe there is a reason in our struggles that makes us
the better of one or the worst of another wanderer
if still I could somehow solve this riddle
then could I see you again?

Hello again though perhaps my words are now lost in
the abyss of time that left us somewhere behind
I can still at least remember to reach for you
even if in the end my grasp returns empty

My heart still clings to the love it holds in wait
with the desire to find you in time once again
For that much I know, will never end
Even if we never could begin

can you take my hand and walk this land
can we find a way to return in time
can we take back what was our plan
can we return to the scene of our crime

Do you remember I was the one that tried
and put value in what we held tight
do you remember I was the one that cried
and fought the battle for our plight?

would you forgive what I couldnt give
would you forget what I didnt know
would you follow our passion to live
would you find a way to let it all go

Let me show you that it wasnt a mistake
to love and attempt to build a life
let me show you that we can retake
all the memories that poisoned our mind

Should we regret what wasnt was
should we dispose of fates hand
should we tire of trying our cause
should we surrender to loves demand

Let me forgive you for forgiving me
and embrace the difference inbetween
Let me love you for being free
and giving reverence to our dream

What can I do to maybe share some brief sign that I might once again touch your heart, as it sits in its frozen state not letting me in.

What can I do to maybe help us remember what we now try so hard to forget

What can I do to maybe remind us to forget not the forgotten but live once again the begotten

So instead of maybe we might become someone that answers the call and continues asking but not ignoring nor hoping all is forgotten

Maybe...

If all the love in the world could heal the broken hearts
to once again give new life to what despair had lost
and insults turned to praises, violence turned to compassion
without longer worrying what does it cost

If all the the dreams that didn't come true could at least
serve to inspire us to keep dreaming
and continue to ****** us in this mystical romance

If all the hatred somehow withered into a bad understanding
that with a little effort we could somehow start to mend the damage
and find a way to truly say, it wasn't our intention
we are just learning along the way

Then maybe we could pick up the pieces of what's been shattered
and assemble them into a living art of our own expression
that could actually make someone smile
and be glad they are breathing the breathe of the living
and not the forgotten

Then maybe once again we could learn
that even love has a bad day
but that should never had been a reason
to have thrown it all away.

Dreams of other days by-gone or yet to come
surround my moment as careless whispers
Betraying my self reverence
in the end being is not always becoming
It's simply living what has already become

Every breathe I take
Every heart I break
Every time I mistake
Let it all be in the plan
to become more than I am
and to not be late

For the time is always the ticking chance
to redo what one could not had undone at last
to have had

   the experience to improve
   the heartbreak to cry
   the music to inspire
   the reason to carry on
   the vision to belong
   the passion to thrive

As we are all children who have never grown
let us all then become more than old souls
let us bring a new vision to whats already known
so that we can for once begin to truly unfold

to blossom for all and give light
to the darkness that made our blight
in all of our struggles to survive
to not only think of being alive

but also to give rhyme to our plight
and calmly give day into night

knowing that within this history we also belong

and no one can ever, stop our song...

Dear Past,
  I’m really sorry to bother you. After all I realize you are quite busy in worrying about the past. I’m the moment talking to you. I realize I also really don’t have time to waste talking to my past. I’m too busy waiting for the future. I guess I could say, you could had been better, but then you wouldn’t listen to me now would you? So past I think I’ll just leave you to your business. because the future is really a very jealous type.
Sincerly
The moment

give me give me a path of thorns
that will rip and tear my civil clothes
show me the path to come to know
the heart of life that always glows

beat me judge me throw me to the abyss
for the crime to know the meaning of bliss

forgive me to be but forgive me to deny
what makes me a man also makes me blind
let me also  suffer for all that I learn
but let me live that also I can return

to my innocence that was all forgotten
like the beginning of the same end
of the passion to love and learn its begin
the life of a person is not without reason

let me suffer for all thats lost
and in my time learn to not forget
all the life of whats before the eyes
all the life and passion to never regret

let live and forgive for what is not
that we all have the value to be
so that no-one is ever or will be lost
in the shadows of what they cannot see

Querido pasado,
Lamento molestarte. Después de todo, me doy cuenta de que estás muy ocupado preocupándote por el pasado. Soy el momento de hablar contigo. Me doy cuenta de que tampoco tengo tiempo para perder hablando con mi pasado. Estoy demasiado ocupado esperando el futuro. Creo que podría decir que podrías haber sido mejor, pero entonces no me escucharías ahora, ¿verdad? Así que, pasado, creo que te dejo en tus asuntos. porque el futuro es realmente un tipo muy celoso.
Sinceridad
El momento

Please take back these shackles
I dont care if you lost the key
You restrained my freedom
because you believed it's easier
to deny than to let be

If you had seen me for me
how different our lives had become
Instead of hiding from what is
we would had valued what we are

You cannot imprison the heart for the crime of loving
you cannot imprison the mind for the crime of thinking
you cannot imprision the spirit for the crime of living

Please take back these shackles because
we are meant to be free not imprisioned in shame
We are meant to love not hindered by fear
We are meant to be not cast into the abyss
Because we are not nothing, we are something
and that something is the reason that we live

shattered memories scattered thoughts
shattered times if forgotten nots
who is the wiser to had been the fool
living by the ways of anothers rules

should a rebel never heed the cause
of being the devil collecting his lost
of the soul that shivered from his lust
of living the passion from dawn to dusk

dont cry foul when the tears run dry
from the treason of those that cried
shadows of night twisted into shame
of the losers of their own morbid game

give to one and give to all the will
to take and not give what they felt
of all the towers that crumble and fall
let the one who runs faster, save the wall

shadows within and shadows that show
all thats hidden beneath the clothes
of societies concept of who is a man
and really in the end who rules the land

Sitting alone in the silhouette of my past
Reflecting on all thats come and thats left
Many dark memories of what didnt last
Trying to forget about their theft

Still I wonder where is the angel who I always hear

Ive seen her glimpes through the years
A small child now grown and growing
How often I cried and felt her tears
How often Ive felt lonley

And still I wonder where is the angel who I always feel

The muse comes to remind me of who I need to be
Only to fight and fight the torment inside
To once again find the way to love and be free
And let the past and all thats gone be

And I ask where is the angel who I always see

She smiles at me from far away, a glimpse of bright sunny day
How Ive missed her through all the years in all the moments

Now I see my angel again, how her beauty lights my way
So I ask if my angel will stay by my side for eternity

To stay that we can share... that we can dream that we can live the life
that we always imagined... that we can be free to love, to give, to receive
My angel, I love you, forever and ever and ever...
My angel, my daughter, how beautiful you are and will always be.

Nunca estamos sin hogar. Una casa no tiene 4 paredes.

Una casa no es una puerta cerrada o una puerta que puede bloquear y desbloquear.

Un hogar no es un lugar para esconderse, ni para protegerse de los elementos.

El hogar que uno crea, es un lugar, en lo profundo de su corazón.

Un lugar donde todos son bienvenidos,

Bienvenido a ser, a crear, a darse cuenta, a aprender

Nadie está sin hogar, ningún hombre, ninguna mujer, ninguna criatura, ningún insecto, en este planeta, en este mundo está sin hogar.

Todos pertenecemos a quienes somos y a lo que somos.

Las únicas personas sin hogar en este mundo son las personas que no escuchan a su corazón.

on the road in this journey of mine
often times I simply lost my mind
running in front of what is behind
trying to unravel the mystery of why

Somehow I wanted to find the soul
of the living that I didn't know
to uncover on this winding road
a path that wasn't known before

Maybe I lost the map of my ways
in the remorse of latter days
and stumbled upon my own dismay
of what I thought I should had made

In reflection of what has come to now
I realize that it wasn't really the how
rather that I had no need to doubt
that to live is not to be without

Stumbling and tripping over the same
for which no one is the more to blame
it wasn't perfection that made the day
it was the chance to learn from our mistakes

over and over again we repeat this song
sometimes we sing soft sometimes we sing strong
always looking for the place where we can belong
hoping ever hoping that harmony will carry us along

The rules of the game were not meant to dismay
they are in place to help us along the way
to learn to love, to share, and lose our hate
heaven waits for us to learn perfection from our mistakes

then as one, each different, but harmoniously united
we shall solve this riddle of what holds us divided
the idea that creation would judge its own reflection
is an idea that divination can give back to creation

The radiance of hope in our eyes as we strive          
to find someone that loves us and doesn't ask why
is what makes us all so inspiring, amazing,

    so beautifully divine

Temptation lingers in the mind that shivers
from the thought of liking too much the wager
of winning the game and then starting over
to once again face the possibility of failure

But perhaps failure was really the best option
because the loser never has to be bothered
by the constant threat of returning to battle
to prove who's better or still standing after

The idea to keep climbing an endless ladder
could make inspiration become less inspired
Does a title really mean anything to its bearer
When the one that bears it is no more the wiser?

Once upon a summer daydream
a young boy without much to do
I sat in dreams upon a quiet peace
wondering what shall happen soon

I imagined a house upon a hill
filled with children and many thrills
with much food to fill our plates
and many a night to stay up late

We'd grow old and calm in our ways
with never losing kind words to say
giving thanks to having more days
that we could share and humbly remain

In this dream perhaps what was lived
was a longing for what passion gives
but in the awakening one finds the fib
of what one yearned but had not did

Now upon a dreams rude awakening
comes for at least a peaceful sigh
that to had dreamed to be living
is better than to had hoped to die

behind the line read the sign
who is the wiser than the man
who controls all the lives
of the many who walk the land

should the less become the more
as the victims of justices sword
inbetween the lies and words
of the rulers who cast their scorn

let the child be free echos the call
unchained from the deceit of the fall
that turns and twists in riddles mist
of desire that quenches its endless thirst

Passion be for the passion to live
without paying for others sins
and walk the land without fear
to live and be by ones own will

so look to the mirror to see the self
that smiles back on its own doubt
behind the eyes should noone hide
from the riddle of their own life

lets the truth cast its own shadow
directed by the light of fates travel
between the day and nights torment
is the reason for our endearment

Rain storms in the reflection of our mind.
could give us spring if we could reinvent our time
so shattered by cruel hidden truths and lies

There is no fear of living in our universe so divine
just a fear of not giving strength to our people
who are waiting for their moment to thrive

I guess waiting now is too late
because what has been started will
not end hastily nor in haste

So if the battle is to start, so be it
but this time understanding life never ends
It is only about to begin again

Who was there in the final hour
to excuse the deeds of the seeker
who sought his fortune in the tower
only to find it taken by its keeper

the hidden disguise of the innocent
cluttered behind the demise of fools
who sought after thoughts not relevant
but deemed proper by the rulers rules

Now its all a replay of the conscience
even existance now has its own price
to not confuse with its own innocence
on which this society truly cannot thrive

Put value in nothing and create beliefs
in a false system that quivers beneath
forcing the kind to face to themselves
in learning to live to live with without

what really motivates the heart to beat
what really fuels the passion to live
what really one holds beneath their feet
the true power of what love truly can give

let it be that the riddle is backwards
or the readers of the same lost the meaning
of what really was supposed to come after
that comes first the end before the beginning

I might be saintless but not the devil
it's all really just a senseless riddle
that we could one day come to unravel
if it wasn't so inconvenient to the power

So why not let me become the welcomed
to my own house where I once reckoned
was it something that I had might forgotten
that makes you all be so unduly rotten

I could say to the mirror that it really deceives
who is in the eye of the believer is not the received
between empty promises and false beginnings
nothing really matters until its finally the ending

So at least I can give thanks where none is due
that all could at least remember what they didn't do
and let me for once begin to understand my  happiness
that is no longer hindered by all my past sufferance

Thanks for sharing and Im glad we could meet
to once again laugh at each others fruitless feets
but at least one tried to be noble and not fail
so all those who are present can still tell the tale

Let the story write its own ending that doesnt start before the beginning.

Lonely riders and loney souls
searching for a beggars gold
but not to find what they'd hoped
just an empty *** of stones

One who searches never finds
what was the question in mind
but the hand returns as it began
not empty not full but of a man

A journey that hasn't begun doesn't end
let's not forget we are the ones that live
there is no story better to be told
than the one of ours as it unfolds

give your sincerity your  breathe
life is much more than ones death
we cannot hide from the face of time
what we have is our gift in our eyes

let us love our reflection of us
and stop our constant mistrust
because one cannot hide inside
no one will ever be left behind

this world is ours, this world is mine
and in this world we are our own kind
let us give thanks for that which we have
and not hide anymore behind a mask

The cold winter en clenches the land with its frigid grasp
leaving its reminder of how even in cruelty comes compassion
as the animals scourge for what little sustenance can be found
and for the weaker ones and older ones this will be their last

The days and nights seem to run together as if hope will start to  dim
and despair becomes the only breathe as a drop of sun teases warmth
but the creatures of the wild group together to survive the torment
and in their suffering find a common reason united to not give in

Then when it seems there is no way out of the endless wretched freeze
and all are doomed to never again enjoy the happiness of the moment
a sudden change comes upon the land as loves will shows its strength
and from the gloomy cold landscape emerges a new beginning to see

The spring comes with such great force, that winter rescinds in haste
and new life is created as babies are born, and breathe their first breathes
a joy enters the hearts of all, to once again have the opportunity to live
taking a lesson from the difficult moments to not let the good ones waste

spring is the rebirth of the spirit to live and once again learn to love
but if not for winter, there would be no chance to know the value
of what is lost and then regained, to have the chance to grow and change
the power to come back to life after death and fearlessly face all that comes