It’s Between Me And God

They say life’s fun. You live each day for others expectations, and die each day for some of your own. Hope is the biggest problem – doesn’t let you let go.

They say history repeats itself. I have seen it too. Sometimes so accurately that you see what’s coming from miles away. Still, hope is the problem. Hope that maybe things will be different this time.

They say definition of madness is to try the same thing again and again, expecting different results. Again, hope is the problem. Makes you go against all your reasons, all your logic.

They say hope is a good thing, and no good thing ever dies. Personally, I prefer to have faith. Hope is too short term, too circumstantial. Faith in destiny is better – less confining to the hard reality.

They say everything changes. Well, then why does history have to repeat itself!

They say life’s fun…

When hungry for a ray of hope,
They die starving coz there’s none
I don’t know why they complain,
I think it’s really fun

Never Meant To Be

Like a sunshine to a flower,
In its darkest hour,
That is how much you’ve meant to me
And now I’m back in pain,
It’s getting dark again,
I guess it was never meant to be

I could never say,
The words to make you stay,
And now I’m gonna have to set you free
I’ll have to live my life,
Walking on edge of knife,
Coz somethings are just never meant to be

Happiness tastes bland,
Hopelessness rules the land,
My world is barren as far as I can see
So my heart lays dead my fren,
Will never beat again,
Coz somethings are just never meant to be

FUD

Fear

The moments I prayed
would never end,
the clouds of hope
that never rained,
are hunting me now
as I say goodbye.
Coz the truth
makes living hard
and the hope
doesn’t let me die.

Uncertainty

I’m turning away
from where I want to be
I’m running away
where – I don’t clearly see
I think I’m making my choices
or they’re being made for me
I think I’m waiting for ‘the’ choice
that’ll finally set me free

Doubt

Doubts,
yours and mine
Indecisions,
and I’m running out of time
Choices,
I’m second guessing them all
Hope,
prelude to the eventual fall

Pictures Of Her

Pictures of her, new and old
Scars they carry, memories they hold
The grief inflicted cannot be told
A chance glimpse of her and my heart gets cold

Time heals all wound they say, I’m waiting for my turn
It’s hard to stay hopeful, when in happiness you burn
Nothing to look forward to and it hurts to look back
The rainbow after my rain is painted all black