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The Colours Of My Soul

In the empty rooms of my soul
Lies a deep black whole.
It was carved in the cold walls
And fills all the hard-pressed halls.

I fear to walk there through,
To meat all the dark sides of that not real me-you.
Yet it’s getting realer when I close the door
And it follows me, throws me on the floor.

On the floor outside,
I lie without might.
As The shadows gather all around
I’m waiting helplessly on the frozen ground.

I try to yell for help
But no one hears my cutting yelp.
They keep just walking by,
Don’t recognize how hard I try.

I really try to paint my rooms,
To paint them white, to use some brooms.
I want to geht in some fresh air,
But they won’t see, they’re not aware.

But then, someone steps near,
He’s making all the shadows disappear.
He pulls me to my shivering feet
And gives me all I will ever need.

He’s walking with the me
Gives me the feeling just to be.
As he walks at my side
Into my cured soul, free and wide.

The walls are now white,
His light shines just so bright
I’m blinded by his love
He gives from up above.

And as I step right next to him,
He’s hunting away every piece of grim.
Smiling he hands me over a blush,
To transform the walls into a coulored flush.

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Two Souls

Sitting here, thinking of you.
I don’t even know you, but I do…
Imagining your face,
maybe harsh, but still full of grace.

There’s something between us.
But calling it something would be a loss.
Touhgh the distance has made us never see eachother,
I don’t losse any time to bother.

You say they’re not two equal souls in this world,
But you may be thinking different seeing this girl,
Me, when my eyes will finally meet yours.
You look is enough and my soul cures…

But will we ever make it over this one thing?
A sentence, you once said, doesn’t stop to ring.
To ring in my ears over and over again.
This ine thing that cuts our lan.

Two souls, so equal they are,
It’s not even that you live so far…
This distance between us letting me freeze.
It won’t be overcome with ease…

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At the Edge

You’re standing at the edge of the cliff,
And only one, just one shift
And the presure would be gone…
You would even feel less alone…

No mirror would be able to say:
“It doesn’t matter if you stay.”
You would no longer creep on the ground,
Hoping on and on you will be found…

Questions like “What is it all about?”,
Will no longer press your mind.
There will be no need to shout.
Just leave it all behind…

There’s just one thing that keeps you of this one last step,
You often named him a stupid prat.
But you just know he will make you stay,
No matter on what awful day,
No matter what you’re going to say…

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The Struggle

Lying in your bed,
Feeling nothing but this cold despair.
Just lying there flat,
Struggling for hope and for air.

There is no way,
You just can’t keep holding on,
And though you know it will stay,
You’re wishing the fear would be gone.

Moving in a world you don’t belong to,
People talking about and laughing at you.
Why not just leave
be able to breathe?

One more day,
Then I’ll be forever away…
Gone all the despair,
Me flying high in the air.