Notes

The wonders that I've seen.
Compare not to those works of nature
Beyond what the eye can see,
is beauty that can only be found by me.
Such wonders I've found,
A shame I can tell no one.

A double edged sword love is.
Perhaps no one will ever understand.
The things that can be seen or the things that will not.
Perhaps love can be found, perhaps not, I do not know.
But if it is to be found...
I would always be around.

Sometimes I find my self battered.
Is it due to my stress? I think not.
Everyday I look and see...
The grass, the trees, and little old me.
Seasons come and go, the moon comes and goes.
But as always,
Everything comes back.


I had a dream once.
The sky was full and sunny
The sea was full of colour.
The trees sung their beautiful song.
And so I splashed and played and sung along.
As the sun ran out of energy I started to make my way back.
But I didn't want to leave such a place.
Alas, Nothing pure may stay.


When volcanoes explode there is never a warning.
It happens and is always a shock to everyone.
Emotion can be described by a volcanic eruption.
Pressure building and building until an explosion.
When it happens no one ever considers the aftermath.
What remains and what can or cannot be salvaged.
These two things are different but ultimately are the same


Sometimes you write from your heart what you found dear.
But that one person refuses to hear.
They take your tale and twist it with mumbo jumbo and useless fillers.
And of coarse all the while telling that it's wrong.
Well friend, I can tell you what can be improved...

As I sit with tears in my eyes I beg you to leave.
And yet you come closer and closer.
Why do you not get it?
Just let me be I'll cry and figure it out on my own.
Talking to you only makes things worse for me anyway.


Sometimes you can try
But in the end you'll probably just cry
I'm sick of your damn lies
And you dare to tell me that no one cries
You'll end up the fool you'll see
Your hard words will come back and sting you like a bee.