From Where I Stand
As I stand on the crest of my life,
My mind is bombarded with thoughts;
They are caught in the vortex of times,
Some will stay and some will be lost.
My thoughts are penned in black and white,
I am writing as fast as I can;
Trying to tell you how I feel,
And how it looks from where I stand.
We all march to different drumbeats,
Only God knows the heart of a man;
I cannot speak for all the world,
Just from the point from where I stand.
The Child Inside
There's a stormy soul within my breast,
From inside the darkness calls;
No one hears my crys but me,
Then my teardrops start to fall.
I try to hide my broken heart,
As my duties I must keep;
But when I go to bed at night,
The child inside me softly weeps.
On the horizon were heavy, black clouds,
My grief was waitng for me;
Like a fatal rose trying to bloom,
Hung the knowledge of what was to be.
You seemed like a foreign land to me,
When I lived within your bounds;
Among your words, actions and deeds,
I was washed away and drowned.