i take the notepad and know that
things happens for a reason
for better or for worst it seems
love is out of season
out of time for me
so my mind stay rhyme driven
like a gryphon
i'll spread my wings and do things i think will fly
take out the thread of limbo
whether to live or die
is no longer a question of why
with this
i'm piercing darkness straight in the eye
so light will embrace me tightly i won't cry
the night sky will just sigh
for the fact that i won't give up till i try
even when my bone shivers to the tone of the shadows
confine the songs of sorrows in my palm for tomorrows
crowding me like pirahnas hungry for more horrors
for more meat to be disgested in their crowded stomache
while mine ache from the pain that i can't chew any of it
cause my life agreed to turn 180 degrees
and the pain soon increase
till i can't function normally
i need it to decease
to stop causing panic
refute havoc to melt dreams
and tear streams flow with blank scenes
in the back sit
projecting memories like bullets cruisin the air streams
pictures when our eyes meet
and your smile made my soul weak
while your touch made my heart skipped a beat in the night's heat
now they make my eyes leak
causing puddles to the ground
but my feet will not feed to fear ofb sound
so i'll become a wanderer till the thing dear is found
so i'll become a wanderer till the thing dear is found
so i'll become a wanderer
i'll become a wanderer
(fade)
