Away

We sang you two songs, Did you enjoy it?
We’d now sing you one more, Hope you like it.
Take you away with our melody,
To a place of immense serenity.
Away from the daily newspaper,
With bomb blasts, corruption, murder.
Away from stress, away from pain,
Away from the worries of your day-to-day.

Ch:
Let us take you away to a special place,
A special place of music so sweet,
Where love doesn’t have a price-tag,
Where the children run safe on the street.

Stop the fighting, stop the lies,
What happens when peace dies?
Drop the drugs, drop that gun,
What would result if violence won?
A mother is crying for her dead son,
Who lay still under a smoke masked sun.
In times of trouble what have we done?
Why can’t we all live as one?

Ch.

Bridge:
Realize-
Open your eyes.
Do you ever Wonder-
Why do they surrender.
Show some Respect-
That’s what everyone expects.
So just Forgive-
Live and let them live.

So let us take you away to a special place,
A special place of music so sweet,
Where love doesn’t have a price-tag,
Where the children run safe on the street.

Ch.

(.. my first song ever to be performed in front of a crowd.. :D )

A Place Where Music Means Something

Is there a place deep in your soul,
A place of drums n rock n roll,
Where is a place where people meet- to feel,
The good ol’ fun, keep it real.

Where music is in everything,
You don’t need to know lyrics to sing,
Feel the sound cut in so deep- like a knife,
When the song enslaves life.

Ch:
A place where music means something,
That’s the place I wanna be.
A place where music means something,
Is all I wanna see.

Life came first, and then the song,
But when did it all go so wrong?
When did the noise of bombs and guns- drown out,
The music that life brings out?

Can you help me out this grave ,
So that together we can save,
The million wandering souls- paranoid,
At the peace that they would find.

Ch.

When the sound of that guitar,
Is amplified over the noise war,
You can still hear them scream and shout- “SOS,
Help get us out of this mess.”

Ch.

Bridge:
Music is in everything,
Music is in pain,
Music can also help you find,
Joy beyond restrain.
Music is keeping it real,
Music is in hurt,
Music can also help you heal,
Life inflicted wounds

What Humanity Expects Me to Be
I’m not an angel, not even close,
I’m not perfect, not even when forced.
But this is what humanity expects me to be.

A few achievements, here and there-
Not an overachiever, not so rare.
But this is what humanity expects me to be.

“Don’t worry, she can do it”
But I can’t and I can prove it.
But this is what humanity expects me to be.

I cant seem to get things right,
Though I try to accomplish it, with all my might.
But this is what humanity expects me to be.

A responsible person, with a head on her shoulder,
Is not what I’ll be, even if I grow older.
Then why does humanity expect this of me?

A New Day

Today, a new day,
I take my first step,
The world I must enter;
But what waits for me?
Good or Bad? Happy or Sad?
I haven’t a clue..

An obstacle in this new day,
Meeting new people and old.
Some you like, and some,
Well.. you don’t.
Some take you as a friend,
Some may take you as a foe.
But whatever the case is,
You will always know..

Disappointments

Disappointments
This pain, sorrow and fear I have felt,
These shocks, tides and tears I’ve shed,
But they never last forever; never.
I have felt the darkness break upon me,
“I have never felt so down in my life.”
This I thought, an offshoot of disappointments.

You long, dream and hope for all things good,
“But receiving, getting and enjoying only some”,
Is a rule in life everyone learns the hard way.
There is never a person, who doesn’t cry,
There is never a person without disappointments,
But life is a risk, all can risk just dreaming..

Questions not asked

What she’s living is a lie.
She thinks she’s perfect, but when alone,
All she wants to do is cry.
She’s got all she wants, but then,
Why do tears come at night?
Her perfect parents, perfect friends,
Perfect lifestyle- a great sight!
She longs and yearns for something,
But doesn’t know what it is.
She reaches out for it,
Knowing she would never find bliss.
Everyone searches, searches to find,
Answers to questions not asked.
And when those answers we find,
Those questions we hope were left not asked.

Imperfections

You have everything- but something’s still lacking,
Your life is filled with spirit, joy, fun and laughing.
Suddenly you realize it’s not what life’s about,
A perfect lifestyle makes you want to shout!
You long for that something that’s nonexistent.
That something is Imperfections.. And I meant-
When somethings not right you can always fix it,
And the joy of seeing it fixed iand fit,
Is beyond compare to anything known,
But when all’s perfect, this joy is thrown.
So let me have my imperfections and,
Let me work on them myself- with my heart and hand..

Behind the mask

A fully bloomed rose outside,
A withering lily inside,
A smile on her lip, a sparkle in her eye,
A cry in her mind, a tear in her heart.

Everyone likes her for who she is,
Joyful company and fun she is.
But no one understands her real core,
Her life’s not gold, but it is an ore.

A free bird ready to fly,
If she was so, she’d now be in the sky,
A caged heart, and anguished mind,
Fed up of pleasing and being kind.

Her life is envied by one and all,
Jealousy, Expectations, Pride and Falls-
These fill up her life and make it dark.
Her life’s not the moon, but d black velvet around.

Wallowing in self pity when she’s alone,
Partying and laughing with both friends and foes,
Here is an example whose life’s a mist,
She is on her quest to find hope, joy and bliss..

Blank Canvas

I thought i was a picture,
Full of fun, spirit n life,
I was free as a bird in d sky.
The day i met u i felt like,
A blank canvas had been my life,
Waitin for ur colour, don't know why.
U coloured my days with love,
U took me to d skies above,
We parted like our love had been a lie.
I thought i was ur blank canvas,
I now realise i never was,
It's illusions dat fog d picture by.
The canvas now full of colour,
Its more beautiful than ever before,
I know now dat this painting-my life is...Priceless!