Entering the crowd of many kinds,
she looks around and love she finds,
caught between holding and giving,
the emotions say she should be living,
pushing it from her to fill the gaps,
excited they seem as everyone claps,
pressing harder to cover it whole,
reaching deep into her own soul,
extracting all to give it out,
nothing is heard but she gave a shout,
bursting from within as the lights blow,
in the darkness an unknown glow,
she lay loveless on the floor,
not able to give any more.

Bring me down into this day,
I care for all is all i have to say,
never rub me the wrong way,
because i might never stay,

climb across the good few,
because our friendship grew,
what else can we do,
because we done all we knew,

i rattle the cage to speak,
but words sound like a squeak,
never know what else i seek,
because i slowly become weak,

test my patience best known,
for many times i have flown,
and opportunities i have blown,
because in life it must be shown,

bring me down into this light,
before i curl and say goodnight,
the drugs bring temporary delight,
because you all fade from my sight.

What could be thought wrong,
Explained with a hard song,
given so easily the shame,
now being the one to blame,
a mistake could be made,
but eventually memories fade,
although never forgotten,
a reminder set off when rotten,
brought back by a fear,
or just suddenly appear,
may it never become whole,
or it takes over your soul.

The dust falls down from the sky,
as the last soldier opens his eye,
standing and removing his helmet last,
seeing the blank land from the blast,
rubble and broken towers stand,
blood drips to the stone from his cut hand,
wrapping it up and gathering his things,
picking up his gun as his hand stings,
using it to assist his straining walk,
nothing around him he begins to talk,
assuring himself that he will make it though,
nothing left of his friends in his crew,
leaning against the wall of a tower built,
still alive after it all fills him with guilt,
turning the gun towards his own head,
thinking about why live when all is dead,
something moves through the dust,
he turns the gun as he cannot trust,
the wind blows revealing a woman with tears,
looking at her all bad hope for the world disappears.

it sank down below the ocean waves,
down into the depths into the undersea caves,
a hand gripped the object taking it in,
touching around the edges sharp and thin,
discarding it out back into the light,
then the object shines again bright,
the hand reaches out touching while lit,
finding a place for its webbed finger to fit,
with it now stuck and painful stabbing through,
cutting into its flesh and drawing blood too,
clouding the water surrounding attracting fish,
trying to remove it being the only wish,
finally able to break it and throw it back,
through the blooded water a shark comes to attack,
the object gets stuck again in the sharks eye,
it swims around in circles and may die,
reaching once again to grip the object in hand,
out into the open above the littered sea sand.

Placed deep into rows,
a path to somewhere it shows,
stepping stones to reach,
across the lines of each,
eventually meet another,
shaking hands with a brother,
then passing to continue along,
leading from weak to strong,
building your own path to lead,
continue if feeling the need,
build with bricks of stone,
for others to follow so your not alone.

The argument went on between the two,
as they went on about who really knew,
the first said it had all the answers but one,
the other searches for them but never done,
people take sides and it seems a forever fight,
the first gives hope and assured to go into light,
the other focuses on now and reason behind things,
while the first has stories of angels with wings,
convincing people the profit son will come back one day,
only if hatred, hunger, wars are gone along with gay,
but between them both is an answer for all,
some hallucinate receiving the call,
if one all mighty being created this world show,
then so was science created by it you know,
stop the arguments they are childish and stupid,
believe in love between us which makes my side with cupid.

Looking to the bottom to see what i had found,
reaching between the mess and feeling around,
my eyes were looked away so i could use my hand,
now i cannot see it anymore as you understand,
checking once again under the things spread,
then with a frown i decide to use my head,
take out the larger objects from this box stuff,
avoid the inhaling of the dust and fluff,
a smile stretches my face with lines i never knew,
i found my treasured old object to give to you.

invaded into the gap between,
seemed innocent but thought mean,
unintentional at first sight,
what about it doesn't seem right,
when one comes close because cant hear,
or closer they come to see things clear,
a step back because too much,
still out of reach for a touch,
fear of closeness is phobic in you,
what is another supposed to do,
maybe phone you from across a place,
because i wouldn't want to invade your personal space.

Don't say with nothing to say,
today they prey on this day,
don't speak to the weak,
seek nothing at this peak,
don't describe the bribe,
transcribe the vibe of a tribe,
don't understand the demand,
command them with a hit of a hand,
don't name those with shame,
rename with ignition of a flame,
don't envoke the choke,
soak them with a joke,
always love those above,
never push and shove.