What do you do when you've tried your best,
passed the test,
but still feel depressed?
What do you do when the road your walking down is lit on fire,
you start to prespire,
and what you need is to be inspired?
My dear friend you need to look inside yourself and see that you belong,
nothing you've done is wrong,
and finally just keep moving along

Here comes the fire
Here comes the pain
Here comes the liar
Running through the rain
Here comes the car
Carrying the dead
Here comes some water
That is running red

I hate going through this every day. It’s torture and it’s pain. To see your loved one everyday but not be able to speak to them, to not be able to love them. I feel like there is a wall between us now, time slowly eroding our bond. The past looks so much better, much more welcoming then the present. It looks tempting and all the memories we had together make me want to live in the past rather than now. We’re stuck like two stone statues looking at each other. Unable to speak, unable to touch, and only allowed to gaze into each other’s stone cold eyes. I miss your liveliness, I miss your warmth. And as I’m writing this, I’m thinking about what you’re doing. You’re probably running, running with thousands of other people. Visiting hundreds of other countries, going aboard trains, planes, boats, and cars, and seeing everything there is to see in the world except for me. Your mind is off somewhere else, somewhere in the future. I guess I’m the one who’s at a loss now, since while you’re fighting your way into the new world, I’m still dwelling on our past. Sadly enough though, we all grow up sooner or later, but before I give in, let me remember the things we did on last time. I’ll miss you.



I am aboard a bus that is driven by someone i don't know. He never takes His eyes off the road but yet He knows everything that I and everyone else are doing. Though i have never seen His face or met Him, I trust that He will take me safely to where i want to go. However the bus may never go the way i want it to. After all He is the driver, not me, and it might be necessary to take detours. On the bus are not only me and Him, but my loved ones as well. Everyone on the bus sits in different seats to talk with different people and is in separate groups at some time. However no matter what we are still on this bus and therefore together. Sadly though, some of my loved ones may have to get off at their stop. He will have to stop the bus and my loved one will say good bye to everyone and then slowly walk out the door. From time to time the driver will also stop to pick up people as well, these people are usually people i have never seen before, though other times they are the same loved ones that got off before. My bus takes a long, long time to reach where i want to go and along the way the people on the bus change quite a lot. Their personalities can change sometimes and the people will always switch. New people coming on, old friends leaving, however there are always 2 or 3 people that will stay on the bus as long as they can. When I look out the front window, I can only see a blur of lights and the rest is darkness. I don’t know where I am going and I’m surprised that the driver knows where I’m headed in all this darkness, but I do trust Him. Then I look through the back window to see all the places this bus has been. This window is clearer then the front one, but there is nothing clear outside. All I see is a large mass of people and events mashed together in a way that doesn’t make sense. It’s only on certain days when I look closely that I can piece together what is happening. Sometimes I see people that I’ve known, doing things that they had done before. However that’s not the odd part. Occasionally I see myself outside the back window. I don’t understand how or why, but outside the back window I am with people I have known or even with someone that is on the bus currently. Still, I can’t question much, I can only stay focused on what’s going on in the bus because the back window is where the bus has been and the bus never goes back. In my long bus ride I will eventually reach my stop as well. However in my time on the bus I have noticed that it’s missing a few parts. There are no cameras, no emergency exit signs, or emergency exits at all. Furthermore I have also heard that our bus doesn’t have a number, rather it has a name, life.

I'm left for dead,
my family and friends are in bed.
Never again will they awake.
When a man has nothing to lose, a path of destruction they will leave in their wake.
So give me all you've got, I'll dance with the devil tonight.
When a man has nothing to lose, he's got all the fight.

I hear the sirens but it couldn't be.
Smoke and ash everywhere there's nothing i can see.
Deep down inside my heart has sunk, but the ash settles down and on the ground is me.

Today on the bus I saw a child whose skin was dark and race was black.
She could not have been over 6 but she wasn't in school.
I wondered what her life would be like in 20 years, what she would lack.
For her summer was spent riding her dad's bus day after day, not able to play with other kids at the pool.
It hurts to think that this child's future is so bleak.
No education, no opportunities, just the clothes on her back.
Seeing this i realize how lucky i am and also what i seek.
There isn't much i can do for her now but i will make a pack.
I will use my resources that you never had
and put myself somewhere that you'll never go
I'll use my money to help you when times are bad.
i don't know you, but this is the love i show.