You're a canvas, waiting to be done,
You're a poem, waiting to be heard,
You're the light, that's yet to reach the eyes,
You're happiness, that brings others a smile,
Your presence is amazing, even though you're far from reaching

The war, the cry,
Few are hurt and few die,
The scars remind, that their worth is like,
Diamond that shines, but only some can buy,
Strong and bold.
Scars they told, is what makes them feel alive,
So much pride, for the country they'd die,
For all it's worth, they're glad to serve.

Open up , I won't scare you
I'll be honest, I won't dare to
Just wanna hold you, I won't let go,
I'll be there and want you to be there too.

Her passion is what motivates me,
Her courage is what gives me the strength,
Her presence is what makes me feel alive,
Her innocence is what makes me feel scared,
Her soul is pure, full of love and cure,
All of her is mine, I'm not hers though.

Money can't buy you happiness when you're old.
Love might.
But memories, definitely will.

Walking in the woods, he disappears,
Lonely roads got his throat, but it's clear,
He just wanna go home, don't wanna be alone,
Walking in the woods, he disappears.

He just wanted to love her like the trees love water,
Just like the waves love oceans,
Just like the light that keeps a star so bright,
Just like the air that fills the breath,  
He prayed for that kinda love,
He was not aware that it was not enough to love her like that,
She is something else, a part of nature that heals itself.