Empty homes and broken hearts
Lonely souls and falling stars
Make a wish and hold on tight
Pray you'll make it through the night

Where did we go wrong
And where do we go from here
Do we even belong
The answers there but it's not very clear

All these lives and all these people
Burning bridges fallen temples
All these plans that you've been making
Meanwhile it's my heart you're breaking
It's so dark, it's so cold
I'd never be the one to say I told you so
But It all seems so absurd
When its us against the world

Choppers fill the air
It's nearly sunset
The people just don't really care
And there's no respect

Smoke fills the sky, oh why
Did this have to happen
The sirens and lights go by
I can't imagine

All these lives and all these people
Burning bridges fallen temples
All these plans that you've been making
Meanwhile it's my heart you're breaking
It's so dark, it's so cold
I'd never be the one to say I told you so
But It all seems so absurd
When its us against the world

He rents a room
Cast in gloom
Trying to find a voice
That's not his own

Hes growing tired
The medication won't work
Hes still alive
But he's alone

The things we do
For fame and fortune
The shadows we see
Against the wall
And the voices we hear
That scream in our ear
Is enough to make a grown man crawl

He locks himself
In the bedroom
He hasn't seen the
Sunshine for days

And hes trying to find
Some peace of mind
Working on the role
He wants to play

The things we do
For fame and fortune
The shadows we see
Against the wall
And the voices we hear
That scream in our ear
Is enough to make a grown man crawl

He's got a laugh
But hes not happy at all
And he smiles
From ear to ear

Yes they think hes mediocre
The man they call the Joker
But all he needs
Is a kind voice to hear

The things we do
For fame and fortune
The shadows we see
Against the wall
And the voices we hear
That scream in our ear
Is enough to make a grown man crawl

I wrote this song for the beautiful life we lost so Early Heath Ledger. I wrote this song to honor his life and all of the things he had to go through.

I'm nobody.
A face in the crowd.
A *** in a box cart.
A friend to some,
And an enemy to others.
A razor, if you stand too close to me.
I'm dirt blowing in the wind.
A ***** on prom night.
I'm nobody.

Lay me down in the mountains
When it's my time to go
Don't you worry about leaving me there
I won't be cold anymore

I've always loved the smell
Of a smoky mountain rain
Among those trees that i know so well
I won't feel anymore pain

And I enjoy the sunrise
Yes up here it's quite a view
I couldn't think of anything more nice
Except maybe to spend it with you
And when those wolves are howling
I won't be afraid
These creature have to eat too
Just lay me down in the mountains, babe.

Turn me towards the sun
So you can feel some warmth on your face
My miles have already been run
But it seems you're still in the race

So lay me down but don't say goodbye
This isn't where our story ends
I know it hurts and you want to cry
But we'll see each other again

And I enjoy the sunrise
Yes up here it's quite a view
I couldn't think of anything more nice
Except maybe to spend it with you
And when those wolves are howling
I won't be afraid
These creature have to eat too
Just lay me down in the mountains, babe.

Let Them Be Children

It only lasts a little while
A peaceful life with a cheerful smile
Haven't a worry, haven't a clue
What the rest of the world is going through

Let them make their mistakes
Let them have their fun
Singing all of their silly songs
While they play all day in the sun

Dont forget
Dear mother and dad
They want the childhood
That the both of you had

They want to draw
And fight with their brothers
But that's not all
They'll sometimes forget their manners

And that's okay
Because tomorrow is new
To do something else
They set out to do.

So let them be their astronauts
With a box on their heads
Let them be doctors
Or cowboys instead.

Let them be young
Let them be free
Until the future is ready
Just wait and see.

Life ebbs away much like ink, leaving only a blank page and room enough for someone else to write their story.