Words come out in waves
carried on my breath
As the moment that I die
stops the motion in my chest
Will my words live on
will others sing my songs
will they carry on
or will they to be gone
life is like a storm
here and then it's gone
love blooms like a flower
then it's petals all fall off
inside the pods are seeds
waiting for the spring
when the sun will shine
from dormancy they'll rise
could they ever bloom
if not for the rain
as it pours down
once again
if it were always night
the sun would never rise
we'ed have to say goodbye
to this waking life
Somethings can't be said
only pointed at instead
when all our hearts and minds
are changing like the tides
Breath comes in and out
storm clouds gather round
droplets pouring down
race to embrace the ground
and the earth lifts up
to recieve the kiss of heavens touch
some times it's best this way
somethings are best left unsaid.
