Around the World.

Take my heart,
Around the world.

See who's my friend,
And who is right.

Write my story,
Word for word.

See what you get,
From your life.

Its almost like being free,
All the pain that I believe.
Its almost like a relief,
To see this time,
And its mine.

Like to sit down,

And share some words.

Know what it's like,

What we have heard.

Try to fill some emptiness,

With nothing more.

Break away from loneliness,

Walk right out another door.

Its almost like being free,
All the pain that I believe.
Its almost like a relief,
To see this time,
And its mine.

All that I wanted,

All that I thought would mean something.

All that we had and,

All that I saw in my dream.

Its almost like being free,
All the pain that I believe.
Its almost like a relief,
To see this time,
And its mine.

Et tu Brute?

You cast your lot with the right people. At least those you perceive to be right at that point of time. Then, you strive. You strive and you struggle and you work your ass off trying to achieve one combined goal. Of course there were doubts, but you ignore that voice. You convince yourself, that nothing is going to affect this. Nothing will change, and this will last forever. Suddenly you realize. A certain lack of appreciation, a certain lack of brotherhood. By all means, you’re brothers and in so many ways you are a stranger. An outsider, included in a world of peers, who was taken in, but never really accepted. Still, they embrace you. They consider you a peer.

But never an equal.

You make mistakes. They make mistakes. Some on our own, many together. No one says anything. Then it happens. It starts small. No one notices as the cracks start forming. “It’s nothing. We’ll survive. All for one; one for all.” But the three musketeers’ were always four. He’s never remembered. Not as a musketeer. And then it comes back. One mistake, tears the whole world down. No gratitude. No affection. No respect.

Maybe I am d’Artagnan.

And you get cast aside. Sidelined. All the efforts, wasted. All the respect, destroyed. And nothing to show for it, except a fool’s endeavor at becoming something. Someone. Among friends. What friends.

They all told me this would happen. The dagger was poised, my back was exposed. But like Caesar, I ignored the warnings. I ignored it all. Blind in my faith, blinded by friends. How poetic that they be the ones to end it all. Et tu Brute?

You are my brothers,
My friends,
The memories,
Will stand by me.
You call me brother,
All my friends,
Their memories,
Will stand by me.

Wish we could have stood next to each other for a little longer. Too bad, guess I’ll survive. See ya when I see ya.

Never Afraid

Only one way to go,
Life will always let me know,

Everything goes the way I say,
Nothing goes against my way.

Nothing can ever take me down,
Nothing will ever, break me now.

The world keeps spinning,
Around my head.
I keep on winning,
Never afraid.
Never afraid.

All I do,
Will end in victory,
Everything I want,
It waits for me.

Keep it going,
Keep it strong,
Everyone will sing,
It's my victory song.

Nothing can ever take me down,
Nothing will ever, break me now.

The world keeps spinning,
Around my head.
I keep on winning,
Never afraid.
Never afraid.


P.S.> This is my first ever song with a complete positive feel to it. I wrote it for a good friend of mine, a small guitar genius who made the tune that I'm listening to right now. He made the tune and passed it on to me, and the lyrics sort of flowed. Wrote the lyrics in a few minutes and the tune that he created somehow got the words out with ease.

Late night walk.

Here's a plan for me and you,

Just something we can do.

We can walk down this road,

Find out what lies ahead.

Maybe search a little more,

Look for what we said.

I can do something for you,

I'll give you what you want.

If you promise not to burn,

Another hole in my heart.

Here's a plan for me and you,

Just something we can do.

I just need to say,

That I always mean well.

Even though I don't,

Find the right ways to tell.

So just once tell me,

What went through your head.

So that I wont make you sad,

And give you what you want instead.

Here's a plan for me and you,

Just something we can do.

And here we have come,

To the bend in the road again.

A chance to avoid,

The same mistakes and pain.

So show me the way,

That I can walk with you.

I can hold your hand,

Just the night, me and you.

Just something we can do.

Just something we can do.

Here's what I found.

I may not wear the right clothes,

My socks don't match,

And I don't know what is what.

If this lasts forever,

I'll be the last man,

Who's first to get out.

I think maybe its all for the best,

I worked so hard, I could use a little rest.

Been thinking its all written down,

Looked a little deeper and see what I found.

I'm just here right now,

Coz I find it hard,

To get ahead somehow.

And I don't wanna love,

Coz love keeps me down,

I'll never lose if I don't I know how.

I think maybe its all for the best,

I worked so hard, I could use a little rest.

Been thinking its all written down,

Looked a little deeper and see what I found.

Why would I want to move on,

When it's just so easy,

To sit and hold on.

Maybe you're right,

Life will pass me by.

But could I ever fail,

If I never try.

If this was the sea,

I'd be that one wave,

Thats just trying to break free.

I really do hope its all for the best,

Why does everything seem like a little test.

I think I have it all written down,

I lost a few pages, let me read what I've found.

Ezekiel 25:17

Is this just another day,

Are we known to feel this way.

How did we begin to change,

Eight years ago today.

Questions rise when answers fall,

We raise superhuman souls.

What was once said this day,

Can't be faced at all.

Innocence will pay,

For selfish deeds,

Of those gone astray.

Power craves its tyrants,

It's not the other way.

Vicarious, our lives,

In tragedy unknown.

Memories, and lies,

Infamy their renown.

The clock will turn,

As sky is going gray.

The sun will set tonight,

But it will rise another day.

Vengeance tests the hand of fate,

As we look for Him in vain.

Who can lead us now, away,

From this valley of pain.

Innocence will pay,

For selfish deeds,

Of those gone astray.

Power craves its tyrants,

It's not the other way.

Vicarious, our lives,

In tragedy unknown.

Memories, and lies,

Infamy their renown.

Outro:

"We are the weak,

They are the tyrants,

Yet we make them the shepherds.

Where is the righteous man?"

(In memory of September 11, 2001.)

War is taking over.

I heard her voice today,

It came from nowhere.

In the form of radio static,

I'll recognize it anywhere.

She asked for a little picture,

To remember my face.

Reading out from a molded scripture,

No hope, no saving grace.

How can you bear,

To live in the world today,

It's falling down and war is taking over.

Digging your grave,

On someone else's say,

What will you do if no one's left to hold her.

Run away, run away,

Run away while you're still alive.

Run away, run away,

You know we can't survive.

Children ran in all directions,

Bombs falling from paper planes.

Won't be long before its all real,

Can't hide behind all your fame.

Soldier follows mindless orders,

Medals upon coffin and grave.

Giving life for the highest honor,

Do you remember just one name?

How can you bear,

To live in the world today,

It's falling down and war is taking over.

Searching for,

A shining ray of hope,

Find some love or just a little flower.

Run away, run away,

Run away while you're still alive.

Run away, run away,

You know we can't survive.

Autobiopoetry

Adjectives from a type writer,

He moves his words like a prize fighter.

At the frenzied pace of the mind,

Inside a cell.

The man in the room might just as well be,

The man in the room might just as well.

Outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of the echoes and sounds from this side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.

He's so nervous but you can't tell,

When his mind is moving all can be well.

Through the hazy shell of the smoke,

Around his head.

The man in the room seems well read to me,

The man in the room seems well read.

He's outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of echoes and sounds from my side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.

Subtext to what he says right now,

Translation comes easy somehow.

Speaking in a tongue which you and I,

Find hard to tell.

The man in the room might just as well be,

The man in the room might just as well.

Outside, yet inside the whirl,

Of echoes and sounds from my side of the world.

He breaks in a sweat when you ask,

If he can see it all,

Yes, he can see it all.