Post by osubassdude on Sept 1, 2011 2:46:40 GMT -5
Change
My fresh, clear water, has been polluted,
The dark black stain deeply enrooted.
Old happiness, with hate, is now diluted.
The only sound, I make, has been muted.
Stuck in a circle, with no tears to cry,
Struggling for relief, as the weeks go by,
There’s no future, emotions repeat,
Not a thing in the world, can make you complete.
Remember, when you were young,
Couldn’t leave a song, to sit unsung,
I wanted to do everything, and be alive.
I couldn’t wait to be a teen, to get to drive.
But now that little boy has grown,
He thinks he’s wrong, and all alone.
He wants to do nothing. And be dead.
He can’t wait and pretend, escape in his head.
The real me is just an innocent child,
He’d never hurt himself or fake when he smiled.
But sometime, somewhere, something changed him.
We’ll never find out what darkness rearranged him.
The cute little smile, he once had,
Now makes that teenager mad.
He wants it back, but he’s too scared to change.
The circle won’t let him out, he can’t see long-range.
I guess for now he’ll bleed in sorrow,
He has given up hope for a better tomorrow,
But not completely, because he finished his poem,
The little boy just wants to go home.
My fresh, clear water, has been polluted,
The dark black stain deeply enrooted.
Old happiness, with hate, is now diluted.
The only sound, I make, has been muted.
Stuck in a circle, with no tears to cry,
Struggling for relief, as the weeks go by,
There’s no future, emotions repeat,
Not a thing in the world, can make you complete.
Remember, when you were young,
Couldn’t leave a song, to sit unsung,
I wanted to do everything, and be alive.
I couldn’t wait to be a teen, to get to drive.
But now that little boy has grown,
He thinks he’s wrong, and all alone.
He wants to do nothing. And be dead.
He can’t wait and pretend, escape in his head.
The real me is just an innocent child,
He’d never hurt himself or fake when he smiled.
But sometime, somewhere, something changed him.
We’ll never find out what darkness rearranged him.
The cute little smile, he once had,
Now makes that teenager mad.
He wants it back, but he’s too scared to change.
The circle won’t let him out, he can’t see long-range.
I guess for now he’ll bleed in sorrow,
He has given up hope for a better tomorrow,
But not completely, because he finished his poem,
The little boy just wants to go home.
