In the shadows of an empty churchA little child is kneelingShe prays for God to take awayThe pain her mother is feelingTorn between, her mother's love..
Painted words from innocent soulsCan pierce the hardest heartsThe slightest touch of gentlenessIs where the poet startsHe can reach inside the deepest..
Two little boysPlaying in the fieldOne broken heartedThe other was killedBrother against brotherA war beyond reasonTo escape this warWould surely mean..
A poem is just a teardropA form of liquid painReleased to pen and paperOur words become a stainThe hurt that's bottled up insideCan come out through o..
If tomorrow I should pass away,What would my last thoughts be?Would I think of all the harm I've caused,Throughout my history?Would my whole life flas..
You tell me that you know meCan you see into my soul?Behind these eyes are a thousand liesThat hearts cannot controlWords can be a weaponFor those who..
"You're the spitting image of your daddy"Everyone used to sayBut I was young and full of funAnd didn't see myself that wayMy father died when I was fo..
Sleepless nights were made for poetsWe write when we can't sleepEmptying our souls with pen and paperFrom heartache buried so deepHaunted souls keep u..