Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Free Bird

Free bird

Chorus
Free bird.. Free bird come home…to the world you left.. you are not alone..
Free bird.. Free bird come home...its ok to cry, you don’t have to do it all, on your own..

Verse One

She was, spirited child, longing for attention in this world, of fairy tale..
She was, beauty by the sea, often seen by most as cheerful, though there’s something there.

A center of attention, through most of her life, a shell of the joy she’s seeking, but judged for what’s denied.

hundreds of people she pleases, though most are not real, longing for the love that she’s hopeful to fill… to fill…

Chorus
Free bird.. Free bird come home…to the world you left.. you are not alone..
Free bird.. Free bird come home...its ok to cry, you don’t have to do it all, on your own..


More songs in the near future..

"You gotta get up"

Im in the process of making a bunch of new songs, hopefully after my family and I get settled into a new home soon.

Here is part of the song I wrote to inspire those who have experienced falling....

Verse 1
There will times in your life when all you know will be gone,
Driving your insane when all that is rights, going wrong,

You try to fight but the battle just prolongs,
And as hard as you try you still lose all along,

You fall and you cry and anger fills inside,
Is it you, is it faith, was it all just a lie,

You try to piece it, and you’ve tried to release it,
But all that you got is finished and you missed it.

Whats the next step from this, when you’ve given your all
But life takes a spin and your world starts to fall..

Chorus
You gotta get up from your knees when you fall to the ground,
When tears stop falling and no one else is around,
Build strength from inside as you go for a ride,
Take pride, everything is gonna be alright.

Its not over till its over, have courage over fear,
As you stare through the person across the mirror,
For each time that you fall, you gotta get up,
The rough gets going when its opposite gets tough.


More songs coming soon..

Mark

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

“Its just not meant to be”

Its just not meant to be I’m told when efforts go a stray,
It’s just not meant to be I hear from voices of those who don’t have much to say.

It’s just not meant to be, I read on paper standing there like a fool,
It’s just not meant to be, I tell myself as my facial expression plays it cool.

It’s just not meant to be, I see as chances pass me by,
It’s just not meant to be I say to myself, while deep inside I wonder why.

It’s just not meant to be, but do not worry it will come,
Its just not meant to be, just be patient for the one.

It’s just not meant to be, revolving in my head it spins,
It’s just not meant to be, I say until my patience is thin.

It’s just not meant to be, though efforts from others seems so willing,
It’s just not meant to be, they say cause its not their will that’s dying.

It’s just not meant to be, told so often like it’s the answer to all concerns,
It’s just not meant to be, seems like some BS’ reply to those who do not learn.

It’s just not meant to be, I whisper as I go to bed at night,
For its just not meant to be is the final statement as darkness overwhelms the light.

The Worthless Promise

The definition of a worthless promise, is similar to manure.
It smells and full of poison willing to corrupts those who are pure.
Its often used to build relations to those you are not close to,
But heed this warning, be wary of those who gives it so often to trick you.

A worthless promise is categorized as a favor in return for another.
Its often told by old acquaintances but can be as close as someone’s brother.
A conniving method used by snakes similar to Adam and Eve,
You rub my back and I’ll do the same is the wording similar in deceit.

A worthless promise is as useful as a fire in the rain,
Its may look nice in other forms but the result will be the same.
Do not be fooled by its glitter and its shine through atmosphere,
Because in the end its manure you are taking in, just to be clear.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Frustrated

Frustrated.


It starts like a motor, roaring as it ignites.
Eyes burning red from the anger of its sight,

The blood begins to boil like water in a pot.
As the veins consume the body like maggots on a rot.

Common sense does not apply since its blinded by fury,
A sudden a rush of thousands in a fire, leaving a building in a hurry.

Emotions leaning towards hate, as the fuse diminish,
Full of adrenaline and ready to explode at the sound of his witness.

Control seems difficult when the mind is clouded with those hated,
Balance is not a factor when this feeling is excavated.

Frustrated….