One day, let's go against the current—let's be different.
Let's break this silence and find our words again.
The world is bound by its rules and laws,a cage of its own design,
So let's deny them all,
And free ourselves from the relentless clamor of everyday life.

One dawn, let's wake and be transformed.
The world won't stop if we rise late,it's true,
But we take too long to shed our rigidity.
And in that time,how many innocent children lose their homes!
How many young hearts surrender their hope,
How many fresh lives are wasted,needlessly!

Perhaps we lack the power to change it all,
Perhaps we have little to give.
But instead of enduring in silence,
Let us choose to be different.
Let us choose to despise the beast in our world,
And let us learn,fiercely, to love again.

Will you let yourself rest now?
Holding your hands over your face perhaps you can drown the rest out
Some memories will fade, but others will persist
Sometimes, every single thought is screeching loud
But others... You'll simply miss

Would that I wave my hand
and gift the blooming of
spring flowers to you.
Or pray at the altar of winter’s slow fire
to melt away this frozen heart.
But a flurry of whiteout feelings  
blind me from such a pompous display
of naive romanticism.
Yet love is blind and love blinds.
Love binds and love breaks.
If you’ve lost the trail, you are the trail.
No one said this journey would be easy.
Actually, I don’t remember anyone telling me anything about this journey.
Rubber wood for legs and pursed lips
at the sound of a secret
taunting my ensemble soul from the wings.
Space enough to relay a message.
Distance enough to lose it.
The gathering at this point is a drift of tumbleweeds and the only thing
to read on the signs is rust.
So I reach down and grab a handful of dirt,
put it in my mouth, and whistle dixie
past this graveyard of doubt.
Just in time to see the last elephant
becoming the horizon
and the sun setting through the fog of memory.
That star burns in our mother tonight,
the mystery growing in the womb
of tomorrow.
“Come,” she says,
“the dawn breaks…for you.”

we all sleep in the same bed
and seem to dream the same dream
negativity sinks into our skin
and our bones are eaten away
by the cold raw flesh

your flesh and me flesh repel
your name and my name only seem to clash
and the pattern of the city's eyes
don't seem to make much sense
and I am lost
(as I was from the beginning)
only this time
the moon doesn't help me with my problems
(oh I wish)

can't bear any of that intense virus anymore
are you immune?  I think not
a plucking on my face
an ex-lover to my taste
and not much of anything
seems to make much sense anymore

i will only listen to the butterflies
and follow their glow
i will only bring smiles to my real friendships
and follow their expressions
i will only trust in this legality
and follow all of it's characteristics
and i will only love who wants to be loved
and never follow my heart

well, the bruises are alive again
but this time there's a wide stretch
across my broken face called a smile...
and I am happy!
with or without the love
i'm in myself
and i will never think of that place again
You can rip my knees
cut my toes, scratch my face
and I will never be in that place again
But because of the same shuffle
through the distinguished plea
you will always be with me
and I promise to never utter another sound of this again

separation begins to lose its purpose
when the captivation in your voice
makes my smile drip
and my mind melts into a nebulous cloud of confusion
but the colour of my illusion
saves my being from his dying
and all that's lost
makes up for this feeling
but please don't mistake me...

because I am happy.