High on life
I was high on life
Not walking on water
But soaring above the clouds
Free from the rain
Immune to the darkness
Now I settle in the depths
Gazing up at the warped sunshine
Turbulent waters
Was this where I was before?
when skies shine like topaz
and there's blossom on the trees
and a slight breeze
and you're watching some magpies take flight
when the world is so vibrant
and your heart is so light
and just for a moment
you're feeling all right
people might believe
you need alcohol
or drugs
or religion
or to fall
insanely in love
with somebody
but no other "high" can match
simply
high on life
in those moments
sweet and brief
pure and innocent
no-one's mind games can
touch you
no-one has the power
to break or destroy you
you just want to bottle
the feeling
but you can't
and it's so sad
because it won't last
and you know
it won't last
it can't last
Freshman year was a breakout year for me,
I maintained a positive attitude.
This was someone I did not used to be,
Through that year I gained so much gratitude.
Year two was by far the year of heartbreaks,
a lot of my family members had died.
I was so mentally messed up it aches,
When Darion had passed I sat and cried.
Junior year was the best year of my life,
I pulled off the best grades in my career.
Even though it gave me a lot of strife,
I wanted to kick back and sip a beer.
Senior year is coming to an end quick,
Can not wait to laugh and share one last pic.
lifes no joke
don't ueses doke
do whats right
you or bright
so have a insight
get
HIGH ON LIFE
Always remember that
I initiate
I give
Love
Lord
Keep your control
Keep your voice low
Keep your knowledge error free
Keep your ingredients ready
Keep your drive dive free
Keep your deeds dread free
Keep your smiles fun
High knows you
know
Suddenly they bloom
Brilliant colors bless our eyes
Intoxicating
I'm tired of them asking ''What is it that you're on? ''
Why can't I just be happy with this life I've stumbled on?
My brother says that with each day he sees me it is worse.
He says he thinks my happiness is sorta like a curse.
He says he fears I'm losing touch with harsh reality.
I don't see what the problem is to live your life carefree.
So what if I start laughing when I hear a funny word?
Who cares if I can sit for hours to see a hummingbird?
He says ''Life isn't like that, it's ugly and it hurts.''
Yet, when this trouble looks at me, my soul's eye just averts.
I see the pain and heartache, I hear the hollow moan.
No one feels it more than me and sure, I've felt alone.
I just don't choose to dwell there, in sadness and in fear.
I have to see the good in things so I can persevere.