Shed no tears

I know I've known you for not too many years,
But you've given me nothing but something to say cheers ..
So I'm here to listen, I'm all ears,
But please shed no more tears ..

Not everything is as it appears,
Some may lead to uncontrollable jeers,
While some may lead to unshakable fears,
But please shed no more tears ..

As we walk our life upstairs,
We shun all the glares,
But there's someone to answer your prayers,
So please shed no more tears ..

You'll find someone who shares,
Your hopes and despairs,
Remember there's someone who cares,
So please shed no more tears ..

Disoriented ?

As you come down from the flyover,
You can't help but notice on your left the glare,
You notice the wine shop and decide to buy some beer,
And you ask yourself, so am I there ?

Looking left, you think you might see founder of the church of Alexandria,
Looking right, as the Scottish say, the man who lived near an enclosure,
You feel the right way is neither,
And you ask yourself, so how do I get there ?

You see a place, and you think about Hendrix,
You see another, and want to own a huge mare,
You stop to have a smoke and you know where to get a few toothpicks,
But you're so confused, you don't know if you're there !

You've had enough & think maybe you should go right,
And show Him how good you can be with a prayer,
You see the palace of the God of heart,
And you can feel you're almost there ..

To enter, you need them to raise the bar,
And you think maybe you ended up nowhere,
But then you might hear the sounds from a guitar,
You would know you're near, almost there ..

You can take the lift, but make sure you close the door,
Or take the stairs, but make sure you don't swear,
Whatever you do, just make it to the second floor,
Ring the doorbell and you might even see me there ..

Sigh

In your dreams you see many a firework,
But only until you open your eye,
You remember you have to get to work,
You can hear yourself sigh ..

You read about the man leading the onslaught,
You probably think maybe he should die ..
You shake you head to throw away the thought,
And you can hear yourself sigh ..

Why does everyone in the world cry ?
Why do loved ones have to die ?
Why do friends have to say goodbye ?
Why do you think so many people sigh ?

When you run out of money,
And ask no one because you're shy,
You can't even seem to get angry,
You can hear yourself sigh ..

When you speak to the one you love,
And you feel their voice is tainted with black dye,
You think it's the iron hand behind a velvet glove,
You can hear yourself sigh ..

Why cry when there's no clouds in the bright blue sky ?
Why do people leave others to dry ?
Why do so many of us ask ourselves why ?
Don't you think everyone has a reason to sigh ?

How does it feel ?

How does it feel,
to be a mole in the hole,
with a hole in the soul,
with the soul full of coal,
with the coal that you stole,
when you stole it from a troll,
when the troll was on patrol,
on the patrol that adds to its payroll,
with the payroll the only goal,
the goal that puts him control,
to control even a mongol,
a mongol who looked through the keyhole,
a keyhole he came across when he was on a stroll,
the stroll on his foal,
the foal with an iron sole,
and the sole that has taken its toll,
a toll added by the pothole,
in the pothole where lives a tadpole,
the tadpole sadly stuck in a loophole,
but the loophole playing a much bigger role,
the role of a man on parole,
the parole because of his pistol,
the pistol that he won in a poll,
the poll that gave him console,
console from the hellhole,
in the hellhole as big as a fishbowl
the fishbowl with an eyehole,
the eyehole as big as a pinhole,
the pinhole which you unroll,
when you unroll becomes a flagpole,
the flagpole hoisting a scroll,
the scroll with a name called cole,
cole was the name of the mole ..
So how does it feel ?

Growing distance

I hate this feeling,
Of being pushed away,
Into an infinite mass of blackness,
Never knowing if I'd ever stop ..

I stretch my arm towards you,
To stop myself from plunging into the void,
But when you step back to watch me,
I can feel nothing but the growing distance ..

Would I get as far as I was before I met you ?
I thought I was living in the wilderness then ..
Would I have to start over life without you ?
I thought I was incapable of love then ..

Maybe it's time I have to disappear,
And get myself far away from your life ..
Of all the things I've done to see you remain happy,
The toughest has been living through this growing distance ..