There were people in every room
Inthe hallway
In the street
There was no where safe
No escape
No secret harbour
Nothing
Eventually he found an alleyway
Wonderfully empty
Until he noticed the human canvas
Sitting crosslegged in the corner
That's the day he painted his first masterpiece
Thats the day that he met me

So, you live in luxury.
But where is the love?

You talk about your cars and jewelry.
But where is the love?
That affection that moves many things.
Or just maybe, you are selling happiness as a dream.

So, you in that mansion that many claims as joy.
But again, where is the love?

Which we all in life clamor for to come to us.

It's the one thing money just can't buy.
It buys thrills and trouble.
It just doesn't buy you love

I'm a big fish in a small pond
I dream big
I see strong
I dig deep
To find what's wrong

Bring it to the surface
Where it belongs
To be processed
and addressed;

Reclassified
To bring me closer to success.

I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.