Being over

Sometimes things are really over...
For all the times wondering...
If so what makes it so...
But seeing new days...
Means that it is over from now...
And if a song or the sky says otherwise...
Nevermind it for now...
The best things can come it being over...

That is to be noble

Do you still dream of white horses...
Driven by noble souls...
when the sun comes do you smile...
Are you blessed by life...
Do my faded colors invade your world...
Is my warn hand like violence...
Do I sound like vulgarities...
We breath the same...
But I was not so blessed...
With the sun or noble dreams...
My world is struggling for breath...
And for piece of mind...
With so much heart...
That is to be noble...

truer as life

some ships have sailed...
and new faces are found...
in broken visions...
no more in past hopes...
driving foreward...
to find the new face close...
through the missing pieces...
and the darker shades...
the sun will touch...
in different worlds...
breaths will be taken as life...
truer as life...

from now...

never to find grace...
speaking to myself...
holding in my own heart...
with everything shared...
who could find...
with this fate...
build my own faith in myself...

for some certain of the black

uncertain of war...
share a smoke...
before i'm on my way down...
from hell i will still bless you...
in my darkness i give to you...
all that is of me...
the love and truth...

my way

making up for burning houses...
living out of churches...
bridges always stand...
to and between...
where this kind of fire...
sleeps is inside my heart...
was it lost...
is it lost...
not caring to find out..
caught in passions...
losing sleep to sin...

vicious truths

never brought my name to shame...
was always as dirt...
expected as much, only in truth...
living like a lost fire...
hopeing to focus into life...
unappologentic for vicious truths...
of myself or the worlds role...
breaking the silence in vulgarity...
black words of truth...