Monthly Archives: February 2010
‘Be the warrior of life’
Life may sometimes be hard
The whole world could turn against you
But it fully depends on you
Whether you win or lose the battle
You’ve got to be strong
And strength is a question of mental self-confidence
So it too depends on you
Just remember that
All the problems are to overcome
And all the challenges are to meet
Nothing will stop you
Nothing will break you
If you believe in yourself
If you trust yourself
On your own you can handle your life
You can handle the world
You can even touch the sky
Even if you are left with nobody beside you
You’ll always have yourself
The best friend of a warrior
Is his own self
Be the warrior of life
Stay strong when others give up
Struggle
Fight
And believe in a victory
You’ll win
And you know it
‘Run, go and die’
We’re wandering here and there
Like the lost ghosts waiting for a praire.
We’re watching, thinking,
Having fun and drinking,
We love and we hate,
We’re on time or we’re late
But no matter what we do, we run, run, run…
We’re seeking the truth though we know
We’ll never get it, not at all.
We’re looking for an aim,
Anything to live for; we sometimes claim
That we’re normal, sometimes that we’re outstanding
And this list is never ending
We’ve got to go, go, go…
Can’t wait,
Can’t stop
Till the day the time runs up
Though we don’t know what the point is of living the life
If we’re actually born to finally die, die, die…
‘The God of Money’
Diamond rings,
Expensive pearls,
Necklaces, cars and houses with pools.
All you need is money.
Your eyes grow bigger of greed,
Your hands grow longer of desire.
The real love as you call it
Is measued by the number of roses you get.
The feelings are nothing without wealth.
You’ve got no more discernment,
No more kindness nor faith.
The God of Money is the only one you know,
But is it really you to blame for this state?
Are there any mistakes you have made
To deserve being damned?
– Well… the answer’s yes.
‘The place for goodies’
Somewhere between time and space
There lies a mysterious, silent place
A solitary nook
Just for people who can look
And notice the beauty
They are thought to be strange and moody
But they’re the ones who can see
That the world has lost its glee
It’s empty, lonely, though overpopulated
All the people are together, but also fenced off, isolated
We start to doubt that kindred spirits really exist
Maybe they are hidden somewhere in the mist
All the crime, false, the evil make the world moulder
And the people get lost in their own questions, wonders
Are we strong enough to survive
If we don’t have anybody to do it for? The knife
Lies on a cloud beside the door to an answer
Where all the goodies still left are gathered and don’t let the last chance cancel
‘True Friends’
Through the sunny nights and dark days
I’m covered with thoughts and silent praires
Others think I’m solitary and sad
No one knows the truth that’s never to be said
They guess I’m lovelorn, friendless, upset
But why can’t they, why can’t they just let
Me live how I want in my own world
Which is a lovely place, not cold
As the outside is because all of the strangers
Surrounding us like evil angels
The world loses its beauty without people you could love
Nothing else can make you happy, even from heaven above
Even words seem empty or full of pain and sorrow
You’re left with hope for no tomorrow
But there’s always a parallel world where you can find
People – real friends who actually care and are so kind
For you as a special person for them you are
Good friends are a gift, great treasure they are
But be careful not to lose them, it’s so easy to do
It’s the easiest thing to deceive people who are true
‘Music in my soul’
I’m here
Then I’m not
I want
Then I don’t
I’m overjoyed
Then I’m depressed
Sometimes I feel
I’m such a mess
Sometimes I think
There’s nothing I can get
But then I hear
The music in my soul
And then I know
It’s time to roll
‘The purpose of our existance’
Can’t find my way
In the labirynth of life
It’s so hard to stay
And to go and to run away
Even those who seem content
Deep in mind fall apart
Tired of trying
Of working and following unknown
Following too the schedules
And boring same schemes
What are we living for?
To die and be forgotten?
To close our eyes once and forever?
We are the victims of ourselves
Straying into questions
That are never to be answered
‘Caged bird’
Love is gone
Dreams are gone
I’m stuck in reality
It scares me
I don’t want it
I hate it
But who is gonna save me?
I can’t cope with life
Can’t live in a routine
Like a caged bird
I’m caught
What is there left for me?
Just a song
‘A tale about the knight’
This is a tale about the knight
Who was brave and loved his bride.
She was beautiful and devoted her heart
To this unlucky fellow who loved more to fight.
So one day or maybe night
The moon told him he had the right
Only to choose one way – to war or to bride.
That’s so hard, too hard so it might
Be for him and he lost his light.
The darkness fell, he tried to find
The best solution for his problem, but there was no wrong nor right
So he thought and thought, even looked through a guide
To life he accidently found.
When he finally decided he realised
It was too late for it as he died.
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