trapped

Trapped in the chambers of the who loves not to let go of the lost. Taken by the area of gods will to never come back. The thrown s have emptied and there is no life to live. The light’s have died down where there is no hope of coping with the present. A preempted question of mystery and enigma. No more do I tear; drop the pain of yester; near me was the death of my loved one.

I cannot live the day to the day and the night of night with out escaping to the pressure of finding the callings of my truths hidden by secrets, hung above me, in the skies and even the tree’s. You sometimes see the sway of the joking breeze hiting the hiding place of that secret. My eye’s smile, but not my expression. Keeping a tight lid on strebgth. A grim circle is sprinting in mind.

air

So it has dawnded on to me, life aint what it was cut out for me to be
nothing glamorious, just growin older,
too much pain over my shoulder
the days are lonley and the nights are colder.
I dream about my happy days I yern for them, I’m a figter, a trained soilder.

To keep the moral up, I have to be positive, happy and strong
I’m not sure about it, I look at my watch, I dont know how much I can’t this any long
It’s just easy to do whats right, but never easy to do right for whats wrong
I once heard this song, it made me cry…I wanted to spread my wings and fly
I wanted to go to a better place, maybe heaven, maybe near it…I’ll seatlle for anything
what ever god can bring, I can take it, I can stand the wind