Guilt and shame

There sits the boy
with a pale look on his face
wondering if someday grace
will rain upon him

There stands the father
same blue eyes, wide open
knowing that the door will not reopen
that he cannot turn back time

What is he to do,
when all the exits have been used
when his expression has been choosed?
Guilty as can be,
Is it time to make things right?

There he stands in the spotlight,
not quite ready for the fight,
and his soul as black as night
As black as night

You

You

The excuse I've been looking for
the need I have for more

A seed that needs to sprout
my personal black-out, You

A sentence without meaning
so sweet but so demeaning

The sinner without sins,
the only one who wins,

You

"Maybe some women aren't ment to be tamed. Maybe they're supposed to run wild until they find someone just as wild - to run with"

Carrie Bradshaw

I know a crazy girl
She's indespensible to me

She dances on tables
She flirts with the stars
She never grows any older
But she's caught behind bars

I wish to run with her later
after you all have gone to sleep
We'll speed beneath the desert skies,
I'll meet her on the deep

She knows all of my sorrows
I guess I know hers too
And somewhere near the city skyline
She'll be awaiting you

Tell her all your secrets
and tell her that you care
But be the one to walk beside her
only if you dare

I know a crazy girl,
she's the dearest thing I know
I'm begging she will hold me tight....
And never let me go....

On the porch of a blue house
my heart decided to sing
and from its rotten pillars,
a growing joy wanted to swing

How I wish you could imagine what loving me would be like.

On the waves of the sea,
memories appeared
Seemed as though the time had come
To face the things I'd feared.

It's all so hard to trace, you know, where did it all begin
I normally only gamble when I know that I can win
Said, what is this mess I'm caught in, it's so hard to find it's start
And tell me, did we only meet so you could break my heart?

Cause I still don't know what loving you would feel like...
and I still don't know what touching you would be like

Spirito Santo
we're so lost
we're aching

Nunca mas

Det var länge sedan nu
ändå kan rädslan fatta tag i mig
och jag vill inget hellre än att krypa tillbaka, in i mig själv
tillbaka till skalet, tryggheten
och försvinna från din (och andras) potentiella blickar
Lämna mig ifred
jag är trött på att försvinna för att återta
och jag vågar inte visa vem jag är.
Tusen gånger starkare idag,
ändå gör sig skräcken påmind
och jag är inte mer än mina lägsta tankar om mig själv.