Reality?

The trees, they whistle quietly,
The grass just sways to their song.
The rosebush has grown cherries,
But nothing is as sweet without you.

A million words couldn't say a thing,
There's nothing left to say.
The moonlight dances on the lake,
The starry sky, reflected every day.

The words don't rhyme anymore,
They lost their willingness to listen to my mind.
My heart is in charge now,
But the pain just won't stop soaring.

But the dreaded sun,
That rises out of the dark night,
Just burns the wound that will not heal,
By draining all the light.

Will the dancing love
Ever stop, and settle in my heart?
Wait, it already has.
Wait, what's missing?

What must I do, what must I say?
That there's nothing left to love for?
Is everything just empty?
Nothing behind the open doors anymore?

Was it something I did or said
Is there something wrong with me?
Then why did the trees kill their song?
Why is the grass so still?

Where's the moon that lights my night
Why has the lake turned black?
The blue sky has no tinge of yellow
My golden bird pulled back.

Will the dancing love
Ever stop, and settle in my heart?
Wait, it already has.
Wait, what's missing?


I know why,
It's coming back.

You don't love me... and never will...

The Princess and the Pauper

Dim the light, close the curtains,
There's nothing left to hope for.
Anymore.

I tried so hard, I loved you,
But you could never feel this way.
You're the princess, I'm the pauper,
What was there to love in me?

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

Will I ever see you look at me
The way I look at you,
Ever?

If you didn't have wings, I'd give you mine.
But yours are way more pretty.
You're the princess, I'm the pauper.
I don't deserve your time.

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

Where will you go? Just let me know,
I'd follow you.
But you'd never know
That I did it because I loved you so.
Just one more chance, another wish,
I'd walk across the seas...

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

You're the princess, I'm the pauper.
What is there to love in me?

Departed?

Today was the day
I heard the news about tomorrow.
A long, sounding bell was struck.

The messenger climbed to the tallest tower,
An shouted for the town to hear.
He said,

"Wake up. Hope is dead.
Your love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
Go back to your bed."

A thousand days have passed,
But the shadow of denial
Still lingers in the air.

The tantalizing scent of dear hopes,
That never would come true.
They said,

"Wake up. Tomorrow has come.
We are closer to the realization.
Of the dreams that will come true.
Go back to your bed."

The illuminated grey
The shrouded difficulties
Where has all we wished for gone?
It was never ours to begin with.

"Wake up. Hope is dead.
Your love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
Go back to your bed."

Little did anyone know
The townsmen were my heart.
The messenger was my mind.

I hoped you would love me.
But my love could never be returned.
I know,

"No more. Hope is dead.
My love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
I go back to my bed."

Defeated?

The echoes have stopped sounding
The music has lost its melody.
The rain flows down the eyes of those who cannot see.

The epitome of denial
Has stepped out from the gloom.
The sifting, tuneless song flows,
down the stream of reality.

Has no-one seen?
No ray of hope
To beckon us away
From the drifting river of sadness?

The man with all the woes
Has crumbled under the weight.
There's nothing left to carry him
The beam of love is dead.

Will no-one see the conditions
Of unrequited love?
The barrel with all the answers has sunk deep, I dread.

Has no-one heard?
No guiding tune
To engulf our ears
In the sweet escape of dreams?

Then, I fear, all has been lost.
There is no-one to save us
Unless the Faith returns.
Unless we call it back.

Has no-one seen?
No ray of hope
To beckon us away
From the drifting river of sadness?