I Never Called Myself a PoetSomewhere, outpast thesky,there''s a mountain-No, nothat's notright.Somewhere, outhiding in thestars,the answers canbe found-Nope.Somewhere, lostinside my head,there's a way-Not even.Maybe,one dayI'llfigure outwhat I waslooking forin the first place.
Flying or Falling...?Is this flying?Or falling?Is this living?Or is itdeath?Am I really lost,And all alone?Or am I lovedAnd just don't know?I have no answer,At least none now.So if you know it,please tell me,Or I'll keep flying,Or is it falling?You are the sun.I am the moon.You are the warmth.I am the chill.You are the wonder,Of what's to come.You are the futureUnder the sun.Am I really flying?Or am I falling?Am I among the living.Or with the dead?Am I really lost,And all alone?Or am I lovedAnd just don't know?I need your answer,please hear me now.You have to tell me,Before I hit
On The Midnight train...On the midnight train going nowhere fastIs a young girl full of tears that lastAlone and betrayedHurt and afraidHer eyes straight aheadCraving the gun to her headOn the midnight train going nowhere fastIs a young boy full of fear of the pastAbandoned and scaredUnloved and uncaredHis eyes closed tight As he moves through the nightOn the midnight train pulling down the tracksIs a young girl full of memories she tries to hold backBruised and beatenHer last ray of hope depletedHer face turns awayAs a young man sits by her and staysOn the midnight train pulling down the tracksIs a young boy love he always lack
RainWhen droplets splatter on the walkAnd greens with palest blues would meet,When crystal slithers down the stalkAnd spike of shining, golden wheat,When air is stirred by thunder's boom,I shut myself up in my roomFor ignorance has blinded meTo beauty water can set free.