THE END
Lost in a world that does not care
I hide, confused, scared and alone
Where are my people, where do I belong
Every look feeds the wound that will not heal
No hope for a life of my own
Inability to express myself with words
Makes me depend on silence
No one listens, no one understands
Through a sharp and bitter tear
I see your face, as I turn and walk away
You yell to my heart
‘Come close to me, came to me here’
ENOUGH
One kiss, that’s all it took and I was falling,
Falling into what I thought was love
(Love, what an alien concept to me)
More pain from the wound that will not heal
New life, new hope
Same problem, same pain
New words, new ears
No one listens, no one understands
One too many laughs from the heartless
One too many sneers from the ignorant
I have no more tears to cry,
For I have no more love to give
THE VOID
Angels in rags, demons in gold
I have my roses and sold the thorns
All is forced to my will, except . . .
The wound that will not heal
Another lie, another fantasy
The way of the warrior is more then death
I hear you calling to my heart
I will not listen, I will not understand
Strong back and sharp mind
Rot comes from a decaying soul
All my power comes to not
For I am in the thralls of death
NAME ONLY
A word given, a word kept
A second chance found in a brother
The only pain that a hug cannot remove
Is from the wound that will not heal
Pure in thought, actions controlled
Truth in belief but not in spirit
Living only by the law brings only death
I still don’t listen, I still don’t understand
No fire, no light
Polished words from a tarnished heart
Counted the cost I will not pay
Easier just to play the game
FIRESTORM
A warning, a promise, a decision
The path is clear
Give up all for you
Even my wound that will not heal
My stick is yours, you are my master
Your face is my life
Mercy not sacrifice
I am listening, I am understanding
A lake of tears for what they have done
A knife in my heart for what I have done
All my pain, all my suffering
Does not compare to what you’ve endured for me
THE BEGAINING
Eyes that cry, eyes that burn
Strength found in my weakness
Your glory will be victorious
Even over their wounds that will not heal
I pray in the falling rain
Through the love and so much pain
Will they want, will they demand
Will they listen and understand
The hedge is gone, the fire comes
Purifying the gold, destroying the rest
No longer I, no longer parts
No longer our vision, but you