nightwriter

Watching for you at my window Waiting for someone not there Why doesn't anyone tell you What happens in the pit of despair?        The sun is shining        The fans are waiting        For one who will not show        And one girl is sitting there on the bench        Stemming the tears that would flow        Why couldn't I help him?        The girl asks herself        Was there something that I should've said?        But no one can hear the tears of despair        When they're wept inside one girl's head Watching for you at my window Waiting for someone not there Why doesn't anyone tell you What happens in the pit of despair?

Watching the rain on the glass mirror my tears. Hoping there's a better tomorrow knowing that hope has all gone. Maybe next time will be better, maybe I'll learn from mistakes. Somehow it doesn't seem likely, 'cause I keep on repeating myself.         Hope has left me completely,         love is just a dream.         Nightmares are all that come easy,         watching my falling tears. The rain in my heart is unceasing The snow in my soul cannot melt Why can't the sun come out? Can someone save me from myself? Watching the rain on the glass, calmly breaking my world. Hoping there's a better tomorrow, finding pain withi

I just want to say I'm sorry For all I've put you through All the pain I've caused And all the worry too You were so strong for me While I was oh so weak You knew just what to say When comfort I did seek So I want to say I'm sorry And thank you one more time For the friendship you have shown me That has no reason and no rhyme

Watching the rain on the glass mirror my tears. Wishing for a better tomorrow knowing that hope has all gone. Maybe next time will be better, maybe I'll learn from mistakes. Somehow it doesn't seem likely, 'cause I keep on repeating myself.         Hope has left me completely,         love is just a dream.         Nightmares are all that come easy,         watching my falling tears. The rain in my heart is unceasing The snow in my soul cannot melt Why can't the sun come out? Can someone save me from myself? Watching the rain on the glass, calmly breaking my world. Wishing for a better tomorrow, finding pain within all my f

Do I find my dreams or do my dreams find me? I'd always assumed I dreamed my dreams But what if my dreams dreamed me? Dreaming with, not dreaming of Stories in the night Finding reality in the safeness of sleep Dreaming the dreams that would be Deep in the rest of the soul I find my dreams and they find me Looking deep within to see what waits

Somewhere there is music But I cannot hear the beat Out there I know there's singing But is the song for me? I know the steps, I hear the tune Yet wrong I seem to be The dance goes on, I step away Once more, to cry in shame "Turn not the lights away from me!" an inner voice does cry, "I know the steps, the tune, the beat, All I have to do is try!" But away they turn, no more to shine My eyes look at the ground I trudge away, bent down in pain And weep for a time... Of love

Is there any way I can help you struggle with these fears? Is there a way I can help you learn to shed the tears? Is it possible for me to help you fly, To glide above the trees and watch the clouds roll by? Will you let me help you to open your wings and soar? Will you open up your walls and unlock every door? Will this offer of help reach into your heart, And throw your off your jesses so you can play your part?

Finding a dream Not living a lie Knowing things as they seem Yet not wondering why Awareness not open Sorrows are gone Not caring, just hopin' A life full of song A dream realized A heart filled with joy Hope and life that were prized Are suddenly toys Things to be played with Easily bought But that what was myth Is not what was sought A body lies broken Eyes full of tears The words that were spoken Cannot ease the fears One dreadful mistake A heart turned to hate Finding dreams that will break With the hand that is fate

You wait for me to meet your eye I turn and look away I can't stand to see the pain So I'll wait for another day The despair that shows I cannot bear I glance away Outside I stare I feel your gaze upon my face Why can't I just turn and look? I know you know as well as I You'll read my face like a book

Live old, but die young. This is my dream. Whether I'm a stone, enduring wind, worn over broken years. Broken to sand-- Or a bowl, clay removed from kiln, it crumbles, burned. Broken to dust-- But stone is still stone, regardless of size. Old stones are but young sand. Life becomes motile, and things become seen, to which is denied the ill-traveled rock. My hopes are of glorious white sand. Is not dust, but a formless clay bowl? Dust is completely-used clay, liberated. Life becomes free, of worry, of restriction. Soiled fingers can no longer control you. My hopes are of calm floating dust. My dream is sand, and my dreams,