War ChildReflections painted in a windowso many years have gone bythe soilder once so dashingaged in the blink of an eyehe fought for his countryhis people, his kinhe fought for the crown of crownsand his love withinthe man was so braveand toiled hardblood, sweat and tears were sheadand the smell of the dead changed himwhen he returnedhe was the samethe difference deep insidehis souls music diedhis mother she felt wholehis father stood prowd aloneand his gal he left behindsmiled but angered insidehis absence made no differencehe saw all that was hiddenmothers illness, fathers bitterness,and his woman, two lives in her eyeshe coped with it, he smile,he egnored it and he diedbroken hearts never healwhen war has stripped them inside
Love is...Love is a winters dayfreezing the waters of logicthe snow covers all doubtand the cold engolfs all rational thoughtLove is a churcha place to hide from all demonsa sacred place where hope is religionand all are equal and happyLove is the fires of hella passionate burninga world so warm you never want to leavea yearning for moreLove is a faceless killernever knowing what is around the next cornera different weapon every timestalking you where ever you goLove is a whoreseeking out potential clientsmaking you believe it is more than what it isgiving you a single moment of pleasure then painLove is what ever you want it to beit can be pure and cleanit can be passionate and rushedLove is you
Last Will and TestamonyTo you, the onein this my last will and testamonyI do not give you my housei do not give you my car or my moneyi cannot give you the stars and moonor the sun in its royal skyor the world and all its gloryi cannot give you the knowledgethe good and purity on the earthi cannot give you the hopeand dreams of all the childrenbut to you my love, i can givemy heart, my body, my soul.and most importantly to you i givei give just one promisei promise you out lovewill live for eternityand i promise we will meet again
brake throughtouch my heartroam my mindbreak on through to the other sidefind my souland bring me homesave me from my tearsi do not mean to harm youit is only because i carei do not mean to cause painit is only because you are thereis the deadlyist sinto hurt my mindis the same old anythingi cannot help but to shake in fearnow that the devil is herebreak though my wallsfree mebreak down my barracagesand finally see memy mind is stained with bloodfrom fears you do not knowhow could you even comprehend my thoughtswhen i barly have controll of thensave mesave mesave me
loveLove is something we all must share,it is a burden, it is a sacrifice.Yet we all have a great need for someonewho can say three little words,with no doubt in their minds that whatthey say is true.In some cases these people never go backon the three little words.But on the hole the road of life does not allowlove to last.If it did our lives would not be as interesting,no, the man upstairs loves a bit of drama.tears and tantrums,for we would not be humanif we did not know how to moan.Affairs of the heart are annoying to say the least.It says one thing, your head says another.And with men their stomaches join in as well.Now please, I do not wish to deter you from love.It does have the ups as well as the downs.But just keep in mind,god is a man.
Firewe've been though the firewe have the burns to show for itwe've been through the dirtyou no we've go the scars to prove itwe're wasted and decayedour coffins tattered and frayedand we're making ready our gravesbut the one thing you cant escapethe one true that will pass your wakeis that we're still living, still breathingand still walkingwe shall continue through the fireand the dirtthe blood and wounds will hurtbut the flesh will healand the end will reveala hope though faded greyand then a voice from the bottom of the pit will saywe will live for another day