For him.

His are the only words I hear
His are the only eyes I see
His tears are also cried by me
His is the only joy I feel
He is the only one with whom I'd want to be
I give my heart and soul to the.

Words run dry as I hear the music die
Once so strong and vibrant
Now gone with nothing but a sigh
Water drips, instruments play
but still the world is quiet
I cannot even bring myself to sing
Nothing breaks the silence.
They say it's my imagination,
But I have not lied
Tell me this;
If music is the soul of life
What happens once it has died?

Running against the wind

Siting in silence or running against the wind
If there is no noise, why can I hear everything?
I hear you breathing, I hear your hearbeat
I hear your sighs, I hear you sing
But who hears me in this deafening silence?
Who holds my hand and keeps me safe?
It's so cold here, I just want warmth
save me from myself and protect me in this place

I stand in the rain to hide my tears
I stand in the sunlight to stem my fears
I run away afraid of of facing me
I look in the mirror and sadly see me
Help me when I fall
Hold me when I cry
Love me while I'm here
Morn me when I die

Cut

Cut
Cut to the core
How much more
Must I endure
Stripped
And ripped
Ripped right appart
I wonder now
Do I even have a heart

The Sixteenth Dream

In a world not my own, visions come to me of home.
Of a place I've never known,
but still hold dear.

I see it in my head, and in all the books I've read.
The message clearly said:
It is near

Yet I find it has been tainted, by those whom I've aquainted
Even those that painted,
Painted in fear

Still I seek it out, and I do not have a doubt
That what it's all about
Is perfectly clear

It is a kingdom undescribed, though many have lied
Some have even died
Just to hear

All the music played, in those walls undecayed
However those that strayed
Disappear

Into darkness unrelenting, violent and tormenting
Agonising yet preventing
Them to reappear

To that world quite splended, to those they've offended
But they find it now defended,
By sword gun and spear.

What fools they were to flee, they now rot in misery
A vast barren sea,
With no pier

While others point and mock, of the fools trapped at the dock
Even though they'd flock
I'd shed a tear

That those now lost, oh how they were tossed
For such a little cost
I cannot jeer

Though this city great and grand, in all its elegance may stand
Those they repremand
Find it insincere

I think of this great city, oh so tall and pretty
But it's not a pity
It's not here

For all its great splendor, I would rather that they rendor
A people much more tender
That don't sneer

I dream about it distant, though quite reminiscent
I doubt that I have missed it
Though I peer

To something I cannot see, yet I think that it must be
Calling out for someone like me
To believe....

Point

Here I stand, petrified
To live as I should live
Thinking of the times I've nearly died
How much more must I give
The sun, it shines in on my face
It warms me to the core
Yet I cannot escape this place
My life has become a bore
Thinking of the joys I've known
All the thing's I've done
In this past year how I've grown
But here I am, still no one
When will my time run dry
And do I want to see
Will anyone even wonder why
Will they remember me.