I rememberI'm going back to a place where the skys are blue,
where between the greenest grass and the birds song.
There's just me, Danny, and you.
Where we sit on fields with the dog and admire,
Natures timeless beauty, our eyes inspired.
Where we spend hours looking for the perfect lake.
To watch the sunset, and the world wide awake.
With a gleam in our eyes,our curiosity empowers.
and the hottest heat is broken by cool gentle showers.
Where the time doesn't seem to be passing by.
And we have as much freedom as the birds in the sky.
InfinityInfinity is a long way. It's hard to comprehend.
There is no end... No measure.. it just goes on forever.
Infinity is a long way. Too vast for our small minds.
Even with our algebraic sums, our minds will succumb.
Infinity is a long way. But just how can it be?
A thought to disturbingly endless to contend.
Our battle with infinity will never end.
Forget my nameIf you hang me like a puppet on the end of a rope.
I wont just break it, but rap it back around your own throat.
Tease you, torment you, and drive you insane.
Just to make sure that you'll never forget my name.
Tell you all the things you could have done, fill your empty heart with regret.
Make sure I'll always be on your mind, you'll never be able to forget.
The girl who cared about you, the girl who was always there.
You'll never be able to forget the girl with the long golden hair.
You see, I've left you with a gift now and you can never give it back.
I loved you, It's just a shame that your hearts always been to black.
FakeYour fake smiles, small chat,ways of luring people in.
The way you have no trouble pointing out everybody else s sin.
Your cunning ways wont always dim your own reflection.
And soon you'll realize you are not made of perfection.
Well you can hold a grudge, and be the the judge.
Now all I have of you is a few short lines,
I'll never try again with you, I'm afraid that I resign.
The writers fearyou scream and no one hears
unnoticed are your silent tears..
crowded places, feeling lost
Love shouldn't have to cost
From day to day,
you work alone...
the man that no one truly knows
writing stories in worn out clothes
They've not a clue of all the
pain that you've went through..
Of all the meaning in each page
through all your love, heartbreak and rage..
Your life story, sharp and precise,
Hits the reader, as cold as ice.
You write all day and walk all night
But for what?;the readers delight?
Paralyzed slightly by your greatest fear.
The future of your stories too unclear.
Just another book on a shelf or what
All your stories eventually forgot?
Scam artistSo you say ghosts are real? You say that they exist?
vague yet familiar phrases,All you are is a scam artist..
You say you can hear them..you say there all around.
Lied so much to yourself, yet still there's not a sound.
It takes some getting used to and it's harder to believe.
That when we're gone, that is it, without a trace we leave.
You look around the room, and then carefully you choose.
The best victim in the room who's vulnerability you can use.
Your living on a lie, you know but why would you care?
Your giving people comfort and they've got some cash to spare.
Just a puppetSometimes I imagine myself as a puppet as if im part of a bigger plan.
Following the story, thoughts and action all in order, decided by the leading man.
No say in what the future holds, free will is merely a man made illusion.
My life planned, the story has been told, I'm just following his foregone conclusion.
No point in planning ahead. Your time line has already been set in stone.
Its dreadful to think that the future is out of your control, in a place unknown.
when you aren't young anymore when you aren't young anymore and death is drawing near..
when the joys of youth and the freedom you knew are overwhelmed by fear..
when the glisten in your eye has dimmed,when the fire has gone out..
just remember how much i loved you dear, breath in my words without a doubt.
And remember us together again as you close your tired eyes.
and cherish all the love we shared as it is safe inside your mind.
.and hold me close in your memories until the very end of time.
you're all me now,and only in you, our love is still alive..
Looking out of her bedroom window into the nights skies.
Majestic sparkles of the past fascinate her curious eyes.
Hundreds of light years away, yet they still are in her vision
Is there a God out there she thinks or is it superstition?..
Looking at the stars she see's, her imagination floats adrift.
Wondrous planets in her minds eye, a coincidence or gift?
Luminous crescent in the darkness, you never cease to amaze.
Mysterious, always bright, reflecting the suns strong rays.
Nothing comparable to the night sky, an eerie yet magical vision.
Whatever created this she thinks has made all the right decisions.