What's going on in
our world today?
From what I see,
it's a child that has to pay.
Two small faces,
their picture is shown,
sends a sigh, and a hurtful groan.
Victims of adduction,and
abuse,these tiny bodies,
they have chose to use.
What's going on in
our world today?
One day, we know not when,
they will stand before the judge,
and for this sin ,they will pay.
Ugly people
We living in a world with a hole in it
We living life ugly
But we make the world go round
Would you think I was hopeless
If I led you astray with a song
Whom else are you willing to cope with
I’ve gone missing within your arms
The future
It won’t be here to grace your face
And tomorrow just won’t take you in
Don’t you love your poets
Writers from within your storm
Tenderly, I’ve grown so cold
That my days no longer keep me warm
Capsuled in a city of dreary moments
And I’m hearing there’s more a coming
As indecent as a man who knows not to feel
Searching for a wagon wheel
Up from midnight and on until
Why don’t you sing with me
See how much time we can kill
We’re just ugly people
Living in a world with a hole in it
Don’t you love this ugly person
I don’t do much at all
Just doing my part, living life ugly
But I make the world go round
“It’s lovely isn’t it
Ugly people,
We’re beautiful aren’t we”
hug
squeeze tight
don't worry for me
I'll be fine
I'll get past this hurt
my world will return to right
I'll learn never to let this happen
let someone turn my world upside down
my emotions run wild
I will get on with life
trust me to survive
to live on
trust me to heal
Far from the set...
The sun still drowns;
Where land meets end,
And the light still bounds.
A sound that carries...
For an echo so faint;
Leaves ears to dance,
And dreams in the wait...
The long lost rant...
Forgotten by them all.
In front of me so distant,
The surroundings seem to fall;
While within this rising smoke,
A soul sits in refuge...
And the mist that consumes,
Never leads to what ensues...
As fate recons,
We're unlikely to forget...
A world upon these shoulders,
And a life without regret.
While the sun drifts to down...
As the street lights shine;
A world lays to rest,
While the rest look to find...
Searching for something worth remembering,
Or at least not to miss;
Just some words for recollecting,
Until this story fits...
For these memories seem curses,
Taunting my world so very small...
Nothing worth holding onto here,
Destined to be forgotten... by them all.