Two Face

He yelled.
Alone, yet not alone.
There was nowhere he could run,
no place he could hide
where he couldn't be found.

He longed for quiet,
the serenity he envied in others,
that had wronfully been denied him.

But he was not to have it.
His was an existence,
solely made for the pleasure of his enemy,
Himself.

Girl...

Girl, you'll be a woman soon

I love you so much, can't count all the ways
I'd die for you girl, and all they can say is
"He's not your kind"
They never get tired of puttin' me down
And I never know when I come around
What I'm gonna find
Don't let them make up your mind
Don't you know

Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon you'll need a man

I've been misunderstood for all of my life
But what they're sayin', girl, just cuts like a knife
"The boy's no good"
Well, I finally found what I've been looking for
But if they get the chance, they'll end it for sure
Sure they would
Baby, I've done all I could
Now it's up to you

Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon you'll need a man

Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Please come take my hand
Girl, you'll be a woman soon
Soon, but soon you'll need a man

Nothing Else Matters

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

Tearing at Me...

Times that i'd spent,
in squanderous living,
the momentary pleasures,
that i'd followed through.

A hunter hunting for his hedonist heaven.

To turn the timekeeper on his toes,
to reclaim the ravished ranches of yore...

Ah.. It is not to be..
For Chronos passes by but once,
mercilessly, remorselessly.

It is up to fools like me
to sit and moan once he has past.

On His shoulders...

Times will come,
when you feel the load,
the load you have to carry,
trudging each painful step,
slowly, agonizingly.

It'll seem too much to bear,
you'll wonder how to be rid of it,
else you may curse yourself,
for carrying it thus far.

And you set it aside,
gasping for breath,
singing in sweet relief,
vowing never to do it again...

Presently the time comes,
when you must pick up your load,
and carry it on,
for what has been begun,
must be completed.

And you begin to look,
look for a way out..

Then realization dawns on you,
thief-like in its stealth,
and shocking to the same measure..

YOU NEVER HAD TO DO IT ALONE ANYWAY.

By your side,
feeling all your pain,
the intense spectrum your emotions went through,
was the best Help you could ever ask for,
all you had to do,
was Ask.

Ask truthfully,
in sincere humility,
and you shall be lifted,
and with you your load,
whose weight has become a fraction of before,
lifted and placed carefully,
On His Shoulders.

Onward...

The time for rest is past,
refreshed and renewed onward i march,
a steady step, a stable hand,
my steps carry far into the wind.

Picking my weapons,
onward i march,
whether victory awaits me,
or the bitter disappointment of failure,
i do not know.

My heart bemoans the stillness of inaction,
and my mind the captain, has set his course.
Onward i must march, to restore righteousness,
To gain what was mine,
from the beginning of time.

Fatigue.

Tired.
Run out of fuel.
Am i on the right road?
Did i miss a diversion?
Or am i in one?

I do not know.

Nothing is as clear as it was..
A white mist has settled on my eyes.

Is this temporary?

I long for a coffin,
where i can lay back in blissful rest,
free of the cares of the world,
free to fly.

A roadblock,
my mind informs me.
A time to recuperate,
to observe the flowers
growing on the wayside.

A time to sit still.

In My Hand.

Slippery of desires,
A sadist in heart,
Verily a golden apple you dangle,
in front of my youthful eyes,
warily i approach it,
for i have seen you play,
and you delight in my plight,
for just as my hands almost touch them,
they vanish from my view,
and a predicament swallows me:
chastise myself or not?

I confess my heart is set,
on the golden apple you dangle,
and i realize your treachery knows no bounds,
the very hand that i extend,
you will twist and break,
cursed will i be if i let you go.

A more wicked mind rules you at times,
and you dress up the apple in unpleasant garb,
it is a test, the most dreaded test,
testing the loyalty of a mortal like me.

My heart may rebel,
my body broken,
yet my eyes are set,
on the golden apple, which i will soon rest,
In My Hand.