With the wind I goWith the wind I goThe wind is carrying meI'm not moving but I'm floatingI go left and I go rightIt's like a second part of me is exploringI see beautiesI see beastsI see rightsAnd I see wrongsI am illuminated by the sunI'm struck down by the thunderI'm flown up high by the windI'm crushed down by the attractionI really feel aliveI really feel like flyingI really feel I belong here.
Listening to stonesListening to stonesLet's take a minute,And listen to stones,Take one and put it to your ear,Listen to it talk loud and clear,Close your eyes and...make it speak,It says it's happy,it's now hovering in the air,It's taking some time to take her breath,But there it is…There was once a stone,She was cold and covered in snow,People would walk over it and not notice it,People would crush her and make it weak,But someone came and dug deep,He took it and brushed the snow off of it,She said she was glad not to be cold anymore,But her silence said she wanted more,But someone took her to its ear and listened…He listened to her breath,He listened to her stillness,He listened to her all the time,Then he started to hear,He heard the story about the lake,How could you live inside the water and not be a fish,He heard the story about he throwing,How even a stone remembers it has been thrown,He heard the story about the question,To which is answer is yes,He he
I like trainsI like trainsYeah you heard well,I love trains,But what I love most,Are the people inside,I look at them,And only see good people,Nice faces,A story for each one,I like to think of those stories,Who is going where?And as I think that,I see the landscape run around me,I'm transported to another world,In which I will stay but a moment,Until I come back to mine.
It's magicalYou know it's magicalWhen you look at someoneAnd your heart start racingWhen you think of this someoneAnd smile intenselyWhen you imagine yourself with herAnd automatically feel happierWe're all magicians!Because our heart is racingBecause we smile intenselyBecause we like to feel happierThis moment is magicalBecause I'm thinking of youAnd my heart is racingMy lips are curling into a smileAnd my inner self is feeling happier alreadyAll of this is thanks to you!You're a magical girlAnd I'm under your charm.
I sinkI sinkEach day I sink a bit moreThe first day I just knee in waterI pray that everything I'm hearingThat everything I'm seeingThat everything I'm feelingIs just an illusion.The second day I lay downWater starts covering my earsSo I don't hear all those beautiful thingsThen water starts covering my mouthSo I'm unable to speakTo yell at the darkTo shot curses at the voidNow the water is covering my eyesSo that i can't see your beauty anymoreI'm blind to everything that could cause me joyI'm blind to everything that could cause me painFinally the water covers my noseSo that I can't breath anymoreWhy breath without you?Why live if I can't see you?Why live of I can't hear your sweet words?Why live if I can't say I love you?Why live if I can't see your beauty anymore?Why live?Why breath?I will lay down and keep sinkingRejoin the darknessBe crushed by the pressureAnd then just vanish.
I'm just jealousI'm just jealousI'm just jealous of you,I'm jealous of your lustrous body,I'm jealous of your happiness,I'm jealous of the things you do that I can't,I'm jealous because I love you,I'm jealous because I would do anything for you,I'm jealous because the mere though of you makes me feel queezy,I'm jealous because I would like to have you here,I'm jealous for all those things,I'm jealous about even more things,Because I'm just jealous of you.
A given for a lostA given for a lostI give but I also lose too,I gave everything,My heart,My time,My money,My feelings,But I lost equally,My mind,My sanity,My patience,My will,But still,I keep on giving,I keep on losing,I must be mad,I must be crazy,I must be in love.
I'm betweenI'm in between two angels,I'm in between two caring people,I'm in between two good friends,They give me strength,They give me confidence,They give me everything,I give them my experience,I give them some presents,I give them all that I am,I'm between two lovely girls,And I'm happy!
It stirs the soulIt stirs the soulStir for a bit,Gain wonder,Stir for a bit more,Gain insight,Stir for even a bit more,Gain ideas,Put everything together,and you'll get passion,Then you'll be able,To defy the impossible,Then you'll be able,To imagine the future,And finally...You'll be able,To change the world,All this will stir you soul,This is... TED.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
CultistOne day, we’ll worship rustand marvel how it claimedthe world of industrious metal,leaving nothing but slowingreddening struts, half-heartedangles reaching outward.We’ll dive into the wreckslooking for half-sparking wondersthat, when properly restored, gleaminto sputtering song or splittingpictures of different worldsand the faces of old Gods.
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...tripping over last night's grace,I watch you weave your skinand shake out your hair -soft teal and jonquilshadowing your cheekas the curtains part between your hands.Threads tangle as you turn,telling medawn is a gentle lover,and the tumble of birdsplaiting their soft noteslingers on the pillowswhere your smile is my undoing.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
Uh oh Annie--- It was a beautiful outside. The sun was shining, the trees were painted with brilliant shades of yellow and orange. It made John wonder why he had to waste his day sitting in a class with cranky teachers, stupid classmates, and ass-loads of work. The only saving grace throughout his day was being able to walk between buildings with Annie before third hour. Second hour ended in 2 minutes. Even though he saw her every day, he was exited every time he heard the bell ring. He loved to just talk to her, and tried more then anything to make her laugh. If only she felt the same way about him. She didn't hate him, but she saw John as just a friend. He wanted to be more then just friends, but couldn't express how he felt. Some day.'Ring-ring-ring'Finally. Class was over. John was pleasantly surprised to find Annie waiting for him right outside the building."Ready?" She asked, her smile brightening up his day. She was wearing a skin-tight green tank top, with even tighter skin-tight yoga
You're my life lineYou're my life line,Without you I'll drown,I'll sink to the bottom,And in the journey,I'll see only emptiness,I'll see only darkness,At the bottom,I'll crumple,Under the pressure,I'll break,In the end,I'll return to dust.