Dreamer

I dream of a place,
Where night and day meet.,
As casually as two friends,
but clash as passionate lovers.

I dream of a place,
Where the sea foam looks like a dragon,
And I can't help but,
Run my hands through it.

I dream of a world,
Which has the brightest greens,
The bluest blues,
And the best moments for a child's eyes.

I dream of a time,
When the tip of my castle,
Touches the horizon,
Cracking the sky.

I dream of a day,
When longing for more is senseless,
You have everything,
But don't want it all.

I've dreamed most everything,
A world of love and light,
But when morning comes,
My dream is futile.

Inspire

Do you feel like you are searching,
Every word comes rushing in,
And you don't know when it will stop,
But you do know where to begin.

And life never gave you that chance,
That chance to be the one you want to be,
And life never gave you a moment,
To realize you have a time to see.

To see what others won't,
And to inspire, live your dreams,
When darker days are slowly approaching,
And reality isn't what it seems.

You have a chance to show them,
To prove to them that you are,
The best of the best,
To prove you'll go far.

As I Lay With My Hands Folded

 As I lay with my hands folded,
Memories tucked away and scolded,
Every child, I hear, has lied,
And none have more then I.

As I try so hard to sleep,
And every day I would hope to keep,
One time when I was just me,
And one time when you let me be.

As I stop my flowing tears,
Dry eyes are the least of my fears,
I swear those headlights on the street,
Are actually angels I've been dying to meet.

As I promise one hundred things,
From back when we were kings and queens,
The morning is just a screaming bird,
And I swear I meant every word.

September Sun

 Once you begin dreaming all dreams,
     You start it all,
     You begin the call,
And each reality isn't what it seams.

 Once every memory starts crawling back,
       A whimper a fear,
       Forever coming near,
A terrifying scream where brutality attacks.

And if you commence the violent parade,
      You feel the start,
      Scared little heart,
And you have to always be afraid.

For every creaking door hinge,
      September is mellow,
      The sun isn't yellow,
The bright September sun was orange.

This Is

Life is an empty book
So many pages to fill,
Every up and down
Every twist and thrill.

Happiness is a smile
On the chubby face of a baby,
Or possibly a laughing man
Or a family maybe.

Sadness is a tear drop
On the side of a little face,
Or all the scared people
Or the way we judge every race.

Help is a friend
Who will always hold you close,
Who will tell you when you're wrong
And yet, is more kind then most.

Love is three words
And not the three most knew,
Love is just saying this
"I forgive you."

Thousands of Men.

Thousands of men
Ready at the start,
Facing an enemy
With broken hearts.

Each pretending to be brave
Each trying to look proud,
And each will fall in turn
And each will hit the ground.

A gun in each hand
A gun that will destroy,
A gun near every body
A gun for every boy.

And a tear that's wiped away
Because there can't be any of those,
No emotion to show
Because then everybody knows.

And when the enemy charges
Every boy can hear,
Cries of death and pain
Cries of pain and fear.

And with every crack of a gun
They know what it will cost,
With every crack of a gun
Another soul is lost.

And few survivors are left
And they will go back to base,
And as they step over the dead
They try not to look at each boy's face.

The faces that show nothing
Except the fear that once was,
And this is what always happens
This is what war does.

The ones that go back are lucky
And they leave the dead all alone,
Because after every war
There's always some who won't go home.

No Freedom

The sound of an echo
Of a step on the road,
A glimmer of hope faded
In the sweet eye of a man.

As he looks to the left
And then to the right,
But he's so terrified
And he wants to be home.

He wants to break the chains
And go where he pleases,
But that privilege was lost
When he took a life.

And the guards shout and yell
And there's no chance of freedom,
Though he's got no choice
Cause once it's locked it won't be opened.

So he takes out his blade
The one he sneaked in,
And aims it at the ones
Who want to keep him chained.

"Don't you follow me!" he yells
But they've got loaded guns,
And with one loud crack
His ruined life ends.

Searching

When you're so young but you feel so old

When you're so tired but you feel so bold,

When your legs are hurting and they're so cold

Yet you've found one thing so much to hold.

So you feel like all your time is flying by

And you feel like you're heart is about to die,

And you're hurt and you let out one long sigh

And you can feel the pillow where once you did cry.

And when I'm looking for something honest and true

And I'm still cold my lips are still blue,

I'm finding things out that I never knew

But I'm still looking for someone I don't know who

Then I looked up and realized it was you.