wake up
i told myself
wake up
the day is here

wake up
it may be different
wake up
it may actually be real

rise
it will be worth it
rise
it will be true

rise
it will have a meaning
rise
its all you have to do

branches, flowers and fruits
they dont weigh me down
the soil has been my mother
my roots are soaked in brown

summer burnt me over
winter stripped me down
monsoon was my lover
almost always out of town

time it passed so quickly
from the day i was once sown
yes i did wonder sometimes
reasons for which i was born

years turned and twisted me
but i still wear my crown
i am bent but not fallen
is that why you axe me now

so he asks the master
why me. why now.
i dont feel like putting up a fight

you throw roses at me
i bleed from the thorns as i pick them
you seem to delight in my plight

who am i said the master
to cause anything
the roses are yours
and the thorns too
from your seeds within

the rose will give you
a glimpse of the divine
the thorn will remind
you to stop saying "it's mine..."

saw a ghost today
floating around the town
looking for love in the wrong places
he was dead but not gone

saw a ghost today
he could still shed a tear
with sighs of exasperation
his loved ones only felt fear

saw a ghost today
he was drinking by the sea
glass after glass he drank
to get rid of his sobriety

saw a ghost today
he was smiling at me
through the mirror he said
hey there! how have you been?

the smog filled breeze
fleeting thoughts of you
head's feeling heavy
the new years here too

the past months weeks
and the recent days
tormented souls
the maddening craze

i had held my breath
now its a good time to exhale
its time to let go
and start a new trail

i m wearing black
and so is she
wanting to dissapear
in this night of revelry

miles apart we smile
amidst the niceties
holding our drinks
high on memories

the spirits have a mixer
of my feelings tonite
i hope they reach you
at the speed of light

it all begins with a capital
noun and verb
no commas just words
three of them
wish you heard