We live to die
or is there a reason...

As we live our lives
in disbelieve of the truth but trusting the lies...

Life is but a book waiting to be read
yours can be nice or a path one dreads...

I demise my own disguise
to hide the cry from deep inside...

My feelings aren't showing
knowing their flowing...

Why did i do drugs
Because i cried inside and lost the love...

Love is when you cuddle, care and share
About anything,and everything...

My spirit empowers the enrichment of my soul
but my life only sours and gets old...

Have i ever known my true self
or discovered i need real help...

Life's mistakes, my heart brakes i shake
For i awake in the true sense of myself...

The wind blows and leaves fall
But for each and every one is a dieing father but...

I look into your eyes like the depth of thee ocean...
While your hand is closing to have a grasp on my...