What is the breeze that rocks the leaves
That shades the blades of grass beneath my feet
And swiftly shiver to-and-fro, from gusts of air which shoot without intent
But breathes on clouds, which race within the clear blue sky,
To win the race, where raindrops burst and thank the sun,
for rays and glows, which bring relief and light
and life, to trees, leaves, grass and sea, and me.
When my beating heart refuses to beat
And the breath of life proceeds to leave,
My God, I beg that you please,
Please remember me.
As a product of your works
You made me, me
I am unique, a person,
......
Can you remember the day before the morning after?
When the clock kept ticking, the hours went by;
When your tasks were planned for the day;
Children getting ready for school
Parents getting ready for work
Families getting ready for holidays
Bills to pay, friends to meet, places to visit
Flats to clean when you have a flat.
Is it now a distant memory?
......
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
......
Monsters exist, we say as a child
They hide in the closet and under the bed, lurking just out of sight
Our nightlights the only thing keeping them at bay
Parents smile and humor us, telling us that light keeps us safe
Then as we grow, our fears start to change
Monsters aren’t real, we learn as we age
Just tricks of the light on a coat on a hook,
Not a figure trying to grab us at night
......
When my beating heart refuses to beat
And the breath of life proceeds to leave,
My God, I beg that you please,
Please remember me.
As a product of your works
You made me, me
I am unique, a person,
......
you sit in your room and write songs about me
long about what we couldn’t keep
and everything we used to think
somethings sweet and somethings mean
but you’re the one who stopped talking to me
even though i was on the brink of leaving
everything you say is wrong
all those twisted up emotions in your song
or at least it’s not what you told me
telling the world your feelings is still hiding
......
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
......
Can you remember the day before the morning after?
When the clock kept ticking, the hours went by;
When your tasks were planned for the day;
Children getting ready for school
Parents getting ready for work
Families getting ready for holidays
Bills to pay, friends to meet, places to visit
Flats to clean when you have a flat.
Is it now a distant memory?
......
Monsters exist, we say as a child
They hide in the closet and under the bed, lurking just out of sight
Our nightlights the only thing keeping them at bay
Parents smile and humor us, telling us that light keeps us safe
Then as we grow, our fears start to change
Monsters aren’t real, we learn as we age
Just tricks of the light on a coat on a hook,
Not a figure trying to grab us at night
......