a sail to the wind caution has flown run little girl run all the way home keep your eyes on the vanishing horizen breathe in the cool night which the stars soon arise in a song of forgiveness gives hope to the sea grey hold close my hand please let me stay somedays you hurt me and somedays you heal somedays i'm dreaming somedays it's too real imagine a miracle the bringing of the light i'll change the world and you hold me tight.
rain is a poet's muse not any rain but a cold rain that drips over the stars a rain that threatens to push away reality for just one second and show you another world. a secret rain for someone to hide in their pocket and twirl in when nobody's watching. rain makes you imagine if this crazy life is real it is sad with you and happy for you. sometimes rain drips into your fading rubber boots until it topples over the edge and other times the droplets are a million audience members for you to take pleasure in and share with. Everytime it pours a raindrop falls for every person on this planet. We brush aside the rain with our machines just like we do to those who we think less of. But all that aside let me ask you this rain hurts you sometimes but doesn't everything? and how much rain can you afford to lose?
She once stepped too close to the sun Now she breathes fire into the ocean And the tempest dances She once danced in the stars But her feet became cut And bled from her prances. She once enhaled the rain Letting it cool her words But sometimes water can’t put out a fire She once loved to much Pretended she was free And was burned by desire. She once spread her wings Leaped And wished to fly She once had a friend Who loved her But she made her hold up her sky.
A night Struck from the sky By a torrent of thunder Cold light invading your house As it crashes through your trembling windows And illunminates your fearful figure for seconds Before darkness reigns again. Breathless moments counting Waiting for the low rumble of thunder Follwed by the splashing rain Drizzling itself over the earth A crash A strike of light A drop of rain Then Silence
I hold onto my dreams Like they'll melt into frozen snow Because my hands are the only things keeping them from you. You think there pointless That I should hide myself In the deepest of forests And the darkest of oceans. Put on a mask And be manufactured by this world Hammered into place. But you cannot fit a square peg into a round hole. I will never throw my dreams away. I will tuck them away between music notes And messy scrawl Until we are ready to fly free
