Children in the eyesLook into her eyesdo you see the child that lies withina child who rarely shows herself on the outsidedo you see that she lives behind the dark and lonely wallscared to speak of her feelingsscared to speak of her opinionsscared to trust againterrified of the past pains and sorrowsshe reaches a hand toward youbut do you see itcan you sense it therecan you give her the comfort she seeksand ease her soulor will you only add to her sufferingmaking her hide even more.
StarsAs I look into the sky toward the starsI wonder about the things within my minddo the stars hold our future within their lightdo the ones that do not shine so brightly show a futureof great pain and sorrowor do they read the souls of the people on earth showingit to all with their lightI am uncertain what the stars beholdbut I know one thingnever let the light inside fade away to nothing...
Where is the restLove is a very painfull and confusing thingit tears at the hearts of someand others it leads to endless sorrowthey say that love can bring happiness and joybut what I have seenwhat I have feltwhat I have endured I cannot find such thingstell me where the joy istell me where the happiness has wentI have seen much through these eyesdo you see the pain that lies withinmy only hope is these eyes shall find whatthey need to rest in peace.
The WallThat ugly wall.The awful wall that seperates meFrom the things that linger on the other side.Things that would frighten the living dead.It frightens me just to think about it.When I get help from the outside, a thing dies.I know this from the wails, screams,and horrible moansComing from that wall.I'd wish that the wall would fallAnd the burdens would never burden me again.Maybe then my life would be easier.
GreetingsGreetings friend.Come in and have a seat within the clearing.Come on in and tell us of your journeys of old and new.We all here are family that have large hearts and open minds.We look like we act like wolves, but there is more than acting.Let me, if you will, open your eyes to a new world of ours.To be able to see with that of the eyes of the wolf.Tis time for the poet to speak.