From Scratch..

Born with a silver spoon but now broken dirtied and bent..
It seems that a good life was not enough and I was meant..
to find something greater and become someone better..
And so the spoon was soiled and kept out of reach..

Underneath a pile of rubble I dig and I search..
for this elusive ticket to comfort and  the door towards..
the easy way out... A way away from all the madness and strife..
not knowing that along the way I am experiencing "the" life..

With each desperate effort I claw my way through..
My body strengthens and my mind restarts anew..
A determined will and a focused gaze.. towards a new agenda..
Re-emerging as a new entity all together..

Hoping to find that spoon again someday..
To build a better future and pass it on to the next..
Regain, reinstate what once was.. but now worthy..
to be better than what I used to be..

misfortunes of a late bloomer...

unfortunately left behind..
with things that was supposed to be..
accomplished long ago..
now sitting in an empty room..
alone, clinging on to yesterday..

What if he did this? what if he did that?
questions left unanswered, things left unsaid..
Is it too late to make it? will trying be in vain?
still lingering on empty thoughts and chances lost..
hoping for that faint light of tomorrow..

maybe things will comeback..
maybe he'll do things right..
and deal with whats left..
for what once was can never be..
but sunrise breathes a new...

Pawning my Golden Silence..

Piercing words..
With much content and Passion..
Reflection of what's inside..
For no one, I will abide..

If you do not like what you hear..
Then you must cover up your ears..
For I will speak with no fear..
and be recognized with no falter..

My voice.. A weapon..
the good and bad, i bring..
paranoia and recognition i ensue..
and there is nothing that you can do..

A stand for a failing heart..

Face the fact that you will be fighting forever..
But know that we will be fighting together..
and wage this war for all of eternity..
and to breath our lives anew..

Helpless as I see you torn and weary..
From battles fought and lost..
A wish to stop surviving and start living..
If only it could be done, if only..

Waiting for that faint glimmer of hope..
As our demons close in and our hearts grow weak..
We move forward, striving for the things we seek..
Salvation.. Redemption.. Peace..

The end..

Point blank and helpless..
Held at gunpoint and defenseless..
What to do in this type of situation?.
Where everything falls with a wrong decision..

Been playing this game far too long..
Been careless, been weary..
Maybe, I wanted to get caught..
Maybe it's time for my run to end..

This was bound to happen eventually..
I smile as I've touched lives, instead of none..
Looking back, I couldn't have done it better..
As this era comes to a close..

When time is not enough

The world is crumbling down..
Beneath you, and you don't know what to do..
You cling on to desperately to things..
That mean the world, but only just for you..

The Past is gone, you're just a shell..
Your heaven is now a living hell..
Let it go before it eats you whole..
And drag you down a path unknown..

When time is not enough..
To get you through..
whats tough, and you realize..
Shes's not your diamond in the rough..

It's time to open your grip..
Let things flow out and slip..
It's okay to lose it all..
Go on and take that fall..

For in the end, whats true..
Will open up anew..

It's Just me

Everyday, a cold stare..
Everyday like wolves preying..
Wishing and dying for a taste..
Of a life not gone to waste..

Everybody hates me..
Everybody wants a piece of me..
Everybody wants to take my place..
I am their saving grace..

That bitter taste of envy..
Keeps Driving you crazy..
Every time you see my face..
But it's just me, it's just me..

So when you see A shining light..
In the midst of a dark night..
Don't let out a fright and don't worry..
Its just me.. It's just me..