When Mother died
one rose went a flight
three roses left to fight
Father Went Home But He decides another
Forever naughty
Next door he finds beauty.
Where picture frames closing on you
A sign where you might have given up to
A little prince called king afast
Kingdom fails and never last
Beauty isnt any there of two roses left.
Although He is a father
Another job like that, Another work
for sure he'll retire
but hey!
it's a no
Another home
I find no tome
noticed him smile.
Don't ask me, I'm like a broken tile
Whats truly left was strength to stand.
All my life, All I have was a reaching hand
I Grow old to crave..
An Atmosphere of a cave
When you're different
The actual is none of any normal
Yet continue, to see
What have I been seeking
What i have been wanting
Nearer
And Where can I be found alive
What can you hear when your ear is blocked?
A heart full of locks
Moving on is a Second key to a clock
When you choose path for easy directions
And when you find one,
It's full of corrections
One behind all definitions; revisions; rebuilding ;recreating ;
in re enactment of every awful scene.
All is said and done, Oh! what a story filler
Another day
And your stomach is filled with pain-killers
Just like an ant; How much can you tolerate?
Asking:"What have i been doing or what have i done?"
All the demands I'd pant.. i'd sighed
Was i another sin Inside a womb?
Way back I thought its life, Born Filled and thrilled
But Behind I'm frozen and chilled
Where can I look?
And ask and ask?
At advice of waves
Still against the rage
And When can i get out of this cage?
At this age Its a battle of what to find?
Have i crossed the line?
Father knew it
None guilty for the law; never written.
I guess, I'm in
to a service vice
Of anyhow
Of any kind
A bond maybe? Or anything
For this to ease
For he I cannot please
An acceptable Sheltering tent
He'd show me rents
Maybe a room for rent
Yet there's nothing I can buy
What else's that needs to offer?
I don't know if you'll understand Bud!
But
I may wish for a parent
and you somehow don't
Farther father. You haven't done any fault
I said: "You just have a sickness that is called:
The one thats finding another home."
From that rose you gave to her
I was all but sin
You have acted and
Acting you don't know
In the end
You bring out the beast in me
That you'd stay still
while I was crying
