Flying through my wall
Jamming up my personal space...
I think life is the expression of truth .
This we find out in our youth...
Here I stand, burdened with remorse,
Each word I write, another solemn promise...
When my work is finished for the day
I run away...
I demand Justice,
For the world's hatred, a blight...
Screaming at myself to stop the pain
Watching myself continue to dig deeper...
In the shadows, where darkness feeds,
Lies a tale of souls with desperate needs...
Plucked by the wind of aspirations
and scattered in the shadows...
Love they spout, love they falsely declare,
Yet their eyes betray a darkness, a glare...
go ahead and cry your crocodile tears
you're really only sorry for yourself...
The cool breeze fills the meadow
Filled with wild flowers of all colours...
A quaint hillside park, repository of memories in...
The mysteries of old Ireland rising like mist from...