Everyone, says Santa
is not really real
Well who knows magic Flys
You fall asleep and there
we go again
People say to grow up
Who cares of what they think
Santa real magic Flys
Teenage
Slick Roads
It’s been a ride
But I’ll be fine
On this slick road
Where I’ll hit each side
Many times
But don’t worry
I’ll be fine
You have made this life worth it
You are my best friend
The one who never left
Even when I did
Thank you for this
I will see you on the other side of this ride
Although this road is slick
I have stability that is thick
You can ride with me
But it will have wrong turns and crashes
But one day we will get there
I have one destination
Home
It will be right on this slick road
And we will hit sides
Now all I have to say is bye bye
50%
I carried the weight of the hate
but that still didn’t matter
And I was just a pawn to taunt
to my own father
So I played dumb until I was numb
to let you get away with it
but that still didn’t matter
And the sins from the pins that
were holding me together that
you laid down have snapped
and I am 50% of the women I hate
and that now matters?
But it’s too late.
Darkness Falls
Darkness falls
As the sun sets
The clouds cover the moon
As the world dims
In that darkness
There is a light
A light that shines the way
To a brighter tomorrow
Ask yourself this
When it’s only you and your thoughts
“Am I the light?”
“Or am I the dark?”
Sky
What do you see when you look at the sky?
Some see a place where we go when we die
Some see an endless ocean with its white moving life,
an aeroplane cutting through like a knife
but all I see is a deep blue sky
Some see a place so huge and high
Some see the gods looking down at them
while some see the sun as a shining gem
and it is some people’s wildest dreams to fly
in what I see, just a deep blue sky
Feeling
Happiness is impossible to find
To those who seek it as a whole
Yet it can be found to those inclined
to find it in the smallest of things
The settling ghost of grief’s regret
Sadness is never the same
Once in a while, who isn’t upset
to send it away is the ultimate aim
of one’s short life
Anger is simply a pollutant
To the sweet life, just a tyrant
Or perhaps a reason to make peace
To bring people together
For who can have peace without war
And war without anger
