Well I might as well cheer up the place and post as many times as possible yay!!!
Here are some of my songs i've made and Poems that I hope will turn into lyrics....
Stray Dogs.
I wrap myself in a leash..
but somebody always pulls me off
I need to clip it off my collar and spread my wings
but I look up ...way above with creatures with flying wings
But I need some help
I wanna be with you so I can Be "free"
Mirrors...
My reflection is blank
my heart is a shadow
and everything around you is a mirror
A reflection of me but somebody else
but who is
what if
and how am I suppose to tell "you"
when I can't even reach you
I'm stuck in this Mirror
A reflection of myself and I can't reach you anymore.
Toy Soldiers
Gather the Guns
Prepare for battle
our people are waiting
but peoples hearts are in pain
the hits I received are stained on my chest
Like a patch that a mother just sewed on a shirt
Am I alone
Fighting is right
but is wrong I asked myself this
the Toy soldiers are gone from when I was boy
dust in a box now
this is reality
I am here and wind has brushed past my cold rosy cheeks
The tank trucks are ready
And these things aren't plastic
they're real..
Here are some of my songs i've made and Poems that I hope will turn into lyrics....
Stray Dogs.
I wrap myself in a leash..
but somebody always pulls me off
I need to clip it off my collar and spread my wings
but I look up ...way above with creatures with flying wings
But I need some help
I wanna be with you so I can Be "free"
Mirrors...
My reflection is blank
my heart is a shadow
and everything around you is a mirror
A reflection of me but somebody else
but who is
what if
and how am I suppose to tell "you"
when I can't even reach you
I'm stuck in this Mirror
A reflection of myself and I can't reach you anymore.
Toy Soldiers
Gather the Guns
Prepare for battle
our people are waiting
but peoples hearts are in pain
the hits I received are stained on my chest
Like a patch that a mother just sewed on a shirt
Am I alone
Fighting is right
but is wrong I asked myself this
the Toy soldiers are gone from when I was boy
dust in a box now
this is reality
I am here and wind has brushed past my cold rosy cheeks
The tank trucks are ready
And these things aren't plastic
they're real..
