I DON’T KNOW WHAT I OWN A HEART OR A MIND
GOD KNOWS IF I AM REALLY LOGICAL OR I AM INOCENT AND KIND
I KNOW WHATS WRONG FOR ME AND ALSO WHAT IS RIGHT
BUT STILL MY MIND AND HEART ALWAYS FIGHT
HEART GOES IN SOME WAY AND MIND GOES SOMEWHERE ELSE
MIND SEES WHATS GOOD AND BAD BUT HEART’S SIGHT GOES ON HOW IT SOUNDS AND SMELLS
WHEN I HEAR TO MY MIND MY HEART IS SAD
BUT IT DOESN’T KNOW IN FUTURE IT WOULD BE BAD
MY MIND IS PROUD OF ITS INTELLIGENCE
AND IT WANTS ME TO BE ITS EVIDENCE
HOW COULD I BE HAPPY
WHEN MY MIND IS FINE BUT HEART IS HAVING CRANNY
AND I SWING IN BETWEEN
ALWAYS ONE IS GLOOMY AND OTHER IS SHEEN
IT’S ME WHO ALWAYS HAS TO SUFFER
FOR MAKING MY SOUL SAD I’LL CALL THEM DUFFER
BUT I LOVE MY HEART AND ALSO MY MIND
MAY BE THEY AREN’T PERFECT, BUT THERES SOME PERFECTION THAT IN THEM I CAN FIND.
GOD KNOWS IF I AM REALLY LOGICAL OR I AM INOCENT AND KIND
I KNOW WHATS WRONG FOR ME AND ALSO WHAT IS RIGHT
BUT STILL MY MIND AND HEART ALWAYS FIGHT
HEART GOES IN SOME WAY AND MIND GOES SOMEWHERE ELSE
MIND SEES WHATS GOOD AND BAD BUT HEART’S SIGHT GOES ON HOW IT SOUNDS AND SMELLS
WHEN I HEAR TO MY MIND MY HEART IS SAD
BUT IT DOESN’T KNOW IN FUTURE IT WOULD BE BAD
MY MIND IS PROUD OF ITS INTELLIGENCE
AND IT WANTS ME TO BE ITS EVIDENCE
HOW COULD I BE HAPPY
WHEN MY MIND IS FINE BUT HEART IS HAVING CRANNY
AND I SWING IN BETWEEN
ALWAYS ONE IS GLOOMY AND OTHER IS SHEEN
IT’S ME WHO ALWAYS HAS TO SUFFER
FOR MAKING MY SOUL SAD I’LL CALL THEM DUFFER
BUT I LOVE MY HEART AND ALSO MY MIND
MAY BE THEY AREN’T PERFECT, BUT THERES SOME PERFECTION THAT IN THEM I CAN FIND.
Time...
It keeps moving foward
Regardless of those who are forced
To move along with it
Time moves to the future
Is it fate that guides us
Or just a ripple effect of your thoughts
And actions we give out
Like a stone thrown into the water...
We are born into time
And the future is ahead
Waiting for us
To produce it
We are told the future is ours
But many take it for granted
Living our life with greed and pride
Never do we think twice, the angel and devil
On your shoulders have grown bored
Our conscience is a gift
If not used it will rot
An empty soul is an empty mind
Keep it open and keep it full
For all are different and yet we are the same
Part of the never ending journey through time...
the world is damned.
You hide your fear and
think you're safe.
But fear finds everyone
sooner or later.
You hide your feelings
not to be hurt.
You lock your heart
not to feel.
You choose the words
covered with lies,
since the truth might
lead to repentance.
So you run to where
you find your peace.
You run there to find
your comfort.
The place of your own
creation,
place full of hope,
your shelter.
In there you're alive,
in the place
of your mind.
The place where you
release all your desires,
place where you hide
from your own failures.
