The little girl

At my table I sat today,
To clear my head, get some things out of the way,
I stared out my window, into the pouring rain,
The evening sky dull, a dimly lit lane,
Across the street stood a girl, crying,
With each teardrop, a part of her, dying,
Her troubles seemed to push her down,
Once an innocent smile, now a frown,
Too young to understand the world,
Too young, just a little girl,
Even though she would cry,
She would still hold her head high,
She seemed to hope for a better day,
The rain soon stopped, and cleared away,
Her sorrow began to disappear,
And to me it was clear,
The troubles you have are yours only,
The reason you're sad or you're lonely,
Will only stay on in your mind,
If you leave your innocence behind.

How do you expect us to make sense,
of this world full of pretense,
where wealth means more than conscience,

All I see in these eyes is this lust,
and distrust,
and disgust,

How can you raise a gun at your own brother,
and leave somewhere a crying mother,
the fault is your own and none other,

All I can do is try,
and defy,
the rules we live by
and hope that I,

Can see this through,
because I just want to do,
what I’m supposed to,
as opposed to,
what you want me to,

Subject to constant brutality,
to the extent of fatality,
when life is just a formality,

Welcome, to the sad reality.

Not over just yet!

I don’t think I’m good enough at anything I do,

I don’t think I’m strong enough, enough to see this through,

When my future is in question, there’s nothing I can say,

But I still have a hope inside to see another day,

When the truth stares at you right in the eyes,

And you are broken and bruised after so many tries,

Your heart feels weak and your throat goes dry,

But there’s still a chance for you to decide,

To get up or stay on the ground,

To start walking or just stay around,

So today’s the day you shed your inhibitions and start all anew,

And today’s the day you realize that there’s a lot left to do.

Walking down an empty street

I walk down an empty street,

Just guided by my feet,

My shirt torn at the shoulder,

My head feels like a boulder,

I won't grow young but just grow older,

I begin to wonder,

Why I still haven't told her,

Looking down my vision gets blurry,

Tears roll down my cheek in a hurry,

Thoughts of you I cannot bury,

Without you I'm incomplete,

I can hardly stand on my feet,

When you're near I feel a bit stronger,

How I wish you could have stayed for a little longer,

Promises I have made and promises I have to keep,

As I walk down this empty street.

Life is a barren desert,

I walk thru the sands of time,

Never know what I am here for,

All I need is a simple sign,

A simple clue, a point in the right direction,

A little help in this test of time,

There is no helping hand to guide me,

Only a single set of footprints left behind,

This is my quest to find the answers,

A simple yes or no will suffice,

The monotony of the desert seeps in,

The soft wind whistling in the night,

I hear a beacon from the forest,

A shout from the green sea,

Have I been in this desert too long?

Will I ever break free?

You mean the world to me

I wish that you could see,

You mean the world to me,

And I'll do anything for you

They say that we're just friends,

How long can I pretend?

And hide the person I really want to be,

You share your agonies,

But it won't take much time you see,

To heal and fade your scars away,

I haven't thought this through,

But there's only one thing left to do,

Just say the words that i need to say,

All that I want to do,

Is spend some time with you,

And just hope that it never ends,

I merely stand in line,

Waiting for my turn,

Waiting to get something back,

Something in return,

I'll always be here,

Standing next to you,

I'll always be near,

Waiting to walk with you.

Fear

The night crept onto the evening sky,

Nocturnal beings lay awake,

In the darkness was heard a cry,

A bone chilling shake,

The ghouls had risen and the ghosts were driven,

Out from their mangled graves,

Through the forest walked a young boy,

A simple and hardworking knave,

The wind whistled through the leaves,

And in the chill he shuddered,

He drew a blanket over his shoulders,

And god’s name he muttered,

The spirits watched him from the trees,

And drew an evil grin,

The boy froze in his path,

Amidst the confusing din,

He felt something move behind him,

He felt it, he was sure,

An eerie silence engulfed him,

He could not take it anymore,

He ran through the dense forest,

Until he reached a clearing,

He feared the spirits above him,

Which sat in the trees jeering,

He yelled at the unseen beings,

In attempt to scare them away,

But fruitful were never to be his efforts,

They were here to stay,

The spirits began to descend,

He heard a flutter of wings,

The boy could not comprehend,

What was happening around him,

The chill in the air pinched his cheeks,

And he turned pale and white,

Slowly his feeble frame was lifted,

He could not hold back his fright,

He tried to stay rooted to the ground,

Helplessly he fought,

The more he tried the more he choked,

His veins started to close and clot,

He feared for his life,

He wished he was dreaming,

He wished for it to be just a nightmare,

From which he would wake up, screaming,

Suddenly he fell,

Crashing to the ground,

He picked himself up,

And then he looked around,

He didn’t remember how he got there,

He did not understand,

His feet began to fail him,

He could hardly stand,

Shrugging his shoulders,

He slowly walked away,

But deep within him was etched a memory,

Forever here to stay.