Pacifist takeover

Root for the underdog;
the one without a cause
He is the future of the world
Haven't you heard,
he's the one who will save your soul,
he's the meek
in his fist
he'll hold the world

The Rat-race

Sometimes I get lost in this maze
My head goes in a daze
Get me out, Get me out
Tired of living in this rat race


The television shows me that it's a dog eat dog world
the only people that get remembered are the ones
whose bank accounts scoff at a million dollars
Buried under those stacks
lie a million people put to work with stiff collars
Life's pretty sweet when you can afford top dollar

Stone gargoyle

I once fell in love with a stone gargoyle
that stayed just down the street
A stone gargoyle that I tried in vain
to sweep off his feet


He could have been made of glass
He could have been made of bone
But his immobile heart
was made of brittle stone

To Re-discover

It's never too late
to turn it all around


I'm learning how to settle in
back into my own skin
and the first thing I've learnt
is how good it feels
to discover me again

Bright light

To erase the word regret,
never let it rear it's ugly head  
To not need to bury the past,
let it stay alive
(enjoy that it's over;
another story to tell,
another lesson learnt
There was many a time 
you didn't get burnt
Laughter spilling over through 
passages and trails running from here
back to the then of childhood)

Black rain

Black rain falling on your skin

Black rain reeling you in

savoring your taste,

feeding on your hate

From one generation to another

When you question the way I lead my life,

remember;

You made us this way

you are the reason I am who I am

today

The road I never took

It's the road I never took

That moment which was never quite understood

It's the vague feeling of never knowing what's real

The touch of rain against my fingertips