Let go the hold you have on my hand
and dream I’ll race, young again, across the sand
The laugh she gave at my concern
Told me I had alot to learn
About jumping out into space
From the edge of a cliff top face
Time goes slowly, when the countryside cold
As moonlight is dimmed, in the cold country night
Drops of rain knocks hard onto your world
and you hold on , and you just … wait

A bright at the other side , a chance
When buds of my times glow to appear
I still walk weary,till my life springtime is near.
Waiting that moment i see her for a glance

And then …
I know i will tremble again .
Again ..
I recall her asking me to forget
But how am i to accept ?
Can you ask the sun not to shine?
Can you ask the waterfall not to?
Can’t you see my heart’s not mine?
Songs would never make me cry
Kisses would never be so true
Can’t you see my heart would lie
Swallows wouldn’t fly so high
The brown lovebird would be blue
Can’t you see my heart would die?

I thee beg , ask me not to forget
Rescue me , be mine and that
i ask you again not to regret

if i may prose to say , i love you ,weak or strong , good or bad,it is just my
way , to hold you to have you , and maybe to just love u …

Passing by that same cemetery across my way everyday
wondering often if they arose what would they say
will they know if happiness still had a way
will i be given up or a chance ,if i may

But if you think you had it all up then why tear ?
But if you think you know it all why care ?
why dont you sit back comfortly at thy chair
why dont you convince me life shall be fair

Where i try to gather the most silence i can find
where i try to meditate to refresh my mind
I myself quest , let heaven`s rays of light in?
i myself suspect, sin won’t have a chance to begin?

once its heaven once its hell
whats all this about getting well?
my past identity and present are mixed
positive and negative between and betwixt

I don’t know how ego is properly used
or how to keep spirit from being abused

Here’s a lesson for you to go
not so wise not taught a while ago

They rob us of the power to be heard
They fed us of the potion they made
They teach us how to move
Only the way they choose

They are those who we never met
Properly driven by intinct
us we follow their so called success
us we forget the power of own progress

But i am wise why telling me
Who are they i still dont see
I am not but whom i want to be
See ? am free

I beg you not pretend what i wish you
Its what you dress is what they sew
Arise , even if your awake

I surely heard that one , will not
be leaving this world loving all of it
I surely heard that one, wont not
be missing all of it

If you still dont understand
What has been going around
Just spare a dime ,why not ten
You will then need yourself and a pen

For each lesson you’ve in this life took
Write a line of how you at look
Now go by your lifetime storybook
Now if you have ever been doing
Those your have written
that is when , respect is won