Being raised the way we are everything is so...
Ever certain of what is real or fraudulent...
Soft whispers; The wind of death.
Approaches the area more than often...
This is where it stops
This is where it begins...
Noisy crowded buses run
Taxi cabs they scurry...
A tree is falling,
Hear no sound...
A new cell excited to breathe
Full of passion, emotions, needs...
People have become so self absorbed and concerned...
only the wrong things but also they selfs...
Why do we live in a world,
that resorts to violence and hate...
What is peace? Peace is everything balanced and...
Well i wrote it in a very strange mood. i know...
I've opened the window and the fresh air comes in...
The days that changed my life
Took me apart...
No1 likes to be decieved
& instead of truths, lies are believed...