My WordsMy WordsI amnot the greatestbut I certainlyam not the leastYet I still tryas music flows into my headI write downall these versesIs it a lackof self esteemthat prevents me to get aheadI do not knowThings are easierwhen they flow from my heartbut that is not to saythat music doesn't helpSo take a momentto step back and lookat what you've doneand try to stay proudEveryone is good at somethingyou can't always belike the person next to youour skills are not all equalNo matter what society sayswe are all differentdon't take something from another personthat you're not good atTry and find your own pathas I dowhile listening to musicthat moves me.
Adventure from the days of oldAdventure from the days of oldThe days of Adventuringlie forgotten in the days of oldsitting now looking across the distant skywondering where it has gone so long agoA child standing on a hillsoon to grow olderlooks over the distant skywishing for the adventures from the days of oldThe child slowly growing oldersets off towards the distant shoreoff to seek that which he searches forthe adventures from the days of oldOf glory and battle and men who fight for honorhe dreams as the ship sets sailheading towards that which he seeksthe adventures of the days of oldThe child is a child no longerinto his teenage years he searchesso desperately hoping to find it allto find the Adventures of oldTime goes and passes through the agesnow an adult he goes on searchingnever giving up on his faiththat one day he will find the adventures of oldHe will not find it in this lifehe has grown old through timesoon to close his eyes for the last timeas he dreams of the adventures
FrustratedFrustratedIt is so frustratingstanding and sittingconstantly waitingfor something I do not have
Dream of DeathDream of DeathHere I lie in a pool of bloodlooking up at the sky abovethinking on how morbid this may seemas I lie dying here in my dream
All My knowledgeAll My knowledgeAll my knowledge has seem to passmy head now filled with senseless trashwhat I use to know I know no longermaking me feel quite somberEverything I once knew in my headis now filled with things that made it diemaybe I should read a book insteadyet here I am as I wonder whyThere were things I knew how to dothings that I know no longeras I try and figure it all outsometimes I feel as if I just want to shoutI have so many ideasideas that I could have made workyet I play mindless gameswhich keep me from obtaining my own fame
Flowing MistFlowing MistSee it there swirling through the airwhat it is we cannot sayfor what it is it will not stayperhaps will come back one daypatterns many it continually makeslike an intricate dancesomething that will disappearat but a mere touchour eyes follow its movementyet can never tellwhat it will ever beno longer sure if it's for us to seethe eerie movement passes to our mindfor what it is we will never findbeing there within our sightleaving behind it's eternal bite