CRY

shimmering drops
ice cold
taste the sparkle
wound and salt
fingers reaching slowly
the eyes flicker
crystallised drops
on the fingers
electric
time to reflect...

What's up?

Yea, what's up?

Sleep don't come easy, I toss and turn about in my bed. What happens then? get late for my class next morning. Sleep is sweetest in the morning. Leave the sweetness behind and trudge your way through another weary, bleary eyed day. Sleep when you don't want to, get up when you don't want to.

trying to find a way out of this maze of a life.

Hands - JEWEL


If I could tell the world just one thing it would be
not to worry cus worry is wasteful and useless
in times like this
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
will gather myself around my faith
for light does darkness most fear

My hands are small i know
but they're not your's
they are my own
and I am never broken

poverty ... still wears golden shoes
but it didn't steal ur laughter
and heartache came to visit me
but I knew it wasn't ever after

we'll fight
not out of spite
for someone must stand up for what is right
where there is a man who has no voice
there I shall go sing

my hands are small I know
but they're not your's
they are my own
and i am never broken.