April 10, 2007 § 3 Comments
call this whatever you want..just a lille stuff which felt like putting…feel free to say whatever you want,you r atleast takin the time to read this blabber..
A life in the garden,
a man strolls through the park,
purity and inheritance befell him.
chains clung heart dry with pain felt him.
Breaking shadows beat
stung with hate and belted hard
my heart wants a life in this garden
a life in this garden,the garden of life.
wake up wake up the someday has come
no more remose needs life,
wake up wake up and walk past life;
ride up ride up and punk high;
no life, no blood,no pain-all
illusions befalling you, rise up rise up
and touch the sky,life not a walk
in the park,effort of blood churn it apart.
Can this all be a mystery
blood,hate,pain kick me hard;
where is the love once deep in my heart?
Can this all be a nightmarish walk?
feel me hard,think deep n far
into me-your heart.I speak to
reveal you and your cultured height,
wake up,wake up and feel me hard.
Time and tide keep you apart from
the lap of your of your beloved’s life-wish
hard!Pray hard!wake up!wake up!
time is spliting apart.