Whenever I feel depressed or feel like crying. I sing from my soul. Words come out from the heart and minutes later I forget what I sang. So this is kind of the first song I wrote from the soul. I usually just sing and never write it down, cause well.. downpour. It May appears as a poem cause I suck. But hey, it's a song cause I sang it. Crying. That's doesn't matter
It was written few months ago.
Sooo
Here goes nothing
Should I Be strong
Or should I let it flow
Should I be Me
Or should I let it go
A voice inside
Unheard outspoken
The heart tears apart
It breaks down the soul in the oblivion of darkness
No more!
An escape I see!
Burning down in flames... it goes
Forever will I be
Forever scar-ed? Or will I be.... free?
The voice inside
Screams bangs itself
May I let it out
Or watch it in glory of pain
It goes down deep inside the oblivion
It goes down deep inside
An innocent heart shed to pieces
A soul fall apart
Should I be strong?
Or should I let it flow?
Should I fall apart
Or should I grow
The broken star's light still shine
The hope is not lost
One day I'll find my true self
One day I'll be worth it
So for now
I'm falling apart
The deep sea inside calling out to me
I'll stay
This way
I've come....... this far
I'm not gonna let it go
I'm just gonna let it flow
The strength is still inside
The hope isn't gone
I'll be the brightest star!
Even if I'm broken apart
I'll have the brightest light
That'll reach you
Even when I fade away~
Even when I fade away...
So should I be strong?
Shout it out
Should I be heard
Or watch myself being torn to pieces
The flames that's burning around
That surrounds me
Should I let it go
Down in flames
Should I see the blood
Raining it down in vain
Here goes nothing
Or will I become something?
Will I be heard?
Will I cry out..... this one last time
And see it burn of void, emotionless, ignorance that surrounds, make its way to me
Screaming out my name in pain
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Candid Heartstrings
PoetryThe candid beats of a heart The unfiltered voice inside That finally sets it's free Let me present a mere display of words Behind which, hides memories, anguish, fears, dreams and tears Let's have a view of The poetries I wrote for myself The quot...
