Stranger Connections We are all connected through the same fairy folk, the same ancestry. The world was created somehow, by magic or faith or science, nobody knows. But out of it came people. And there are as many of us as there are shades of blue in the sky, as many personalities as there are leaves on the trees. That's what makes us human. That's what makes us real. And we don't know it, but we all flower, we all grow towards a light, whether it be as bright as day or as dim as night. It's there. It's shining. We don't know what keeps us here, what makes us reach out for this unknown beauty and sometimes we don't want to. That's also what makes us human. But someday we are going to have to accept that there are more of us than we imagine that don't want to flower in this way. There are people that may seem like they have everything, their roots are grounded and their leaves are ready to curl around this shining THING... They are so close and if they would just let everything go, then they would reach the light. But they don't. They can't let go of what blinds them, what hinders them in their path and it must be so LONELY to be blocked out of the sun like that. To feel alone among others like you and you can't see what's wrong with them... That is truly sadness. So when they rise up and feel the need to hold some kind of power over you, you need to stop. Just stop. Because there's nothing worse than going out alone and seeing how much pain you can cause. You may feel like you're part of something more, like you're protecting who you are and not letting anyone hurt you again but in reality, that's not true. You're not saving yourself, you're not doing anything. You're becoming one of them. It's not a job, it's a duty, to yourself, and to them: if you want to protect who you are, you have to prove it. If you want to stop your identity being taken away and stripped down, then you must show that you have the compassion to forgive and to forget. It's not worth the fight, it's not worth the effort and the pain it's inflicting. You're only making your wounds bleed that much harder. All disputes come to an end, someway, somehow. If you look deeper, you can see something more. Because by being targeted by such people, you become a better person. They teach you what it is like to endure pain, hardship, isolation. They teach you restrained anger and deep sadness. But from the fall they dug for you, you can learn to climb back up again. You know that it will not last forever, and that they are truly unhappy inside. They cannot reach their light, and can't bear to see you reach yours. Look deep into yourself, and find it in your heart to forgive them. For out of the ashes will there be restored hope, stronger friendship, renewed love for each other. Even the darkest of people can teach you beautiful things. Learn to harness such power, such emotion from their anger and we will see that connection once more.

I am going to burn you to the ground These pillaging hands They were not saints They were yours And I fell for all your trickery It's the Devils hat you play But it's tight And never looked so very well I cannot mould you Into being I'm not an artist, as you would have me I can't always love what I create But you can With every line across your palm You know exactly how I feel And you can twist it in the gut Just like a vengeful dream Your stars are crossed With beggars love You only see what breaks and falls Oh, I adore that slimy feel That slippery rope of salt and sweat That slithers into your head I would declare, I would profess But I am not the truthful one I hear lies, I am not content I am desolate and angry Like a pirate from his ship Pray, this be the day to adore me Then again, what do I care When fools turn their back It's not on me, it is on love That dainty misconception Oh you've crossed me, dared to kill me You cannot wait behind that mask It will only take time To slip the dagger in the dark I want to kill you, I'm going to kill you Before you get me first I will poison that hidden flower in the heart...

Sailor Boy Run, run Sailor boy Deep into The water. Run, run Sailor boy Gone for Ever after. Once, twice Thrice again The siren Sings her song. Once, twice Thrice again Another child Is gone. Run, run Sailor boy Deep into The water. Run, run Sailor boy Gone for Ever after. Down, down Beneath the waves Come and Sit awhile. Down, down Beneath the waves The siren Hides her smile. Run, run Sailor boy Deep into The water. Run, run Sailor boy Gone for Ever after. Sleep, sleep Close your eyes Let sweet Children dream. Sleep, sleep Close your eyes Unto the world You see. Run, run Sailor boy Deep into The water. Run, run Sailor boy Gone for Ever after. Run, run Sailor boy From the Angel's verse Run, run Sailor boy The siren Is a curse...

Once Again Travelling acrost the lands in hope of searching once again She doesn't know what she wishes for, but that she'll find it once again The colour of her eyes is unaccountable And the measure of her fingers is impossible Just know she's grasping, grasping For everything... I told her that the skyline is her limit But she went and found a love that was illicit Once again I fell from stars that screamed out louder than your name And your face was just another shard of glass that broke in every colour So let me know, just let me know where you'll be fighting when the dawn comes Once again Youth tried so hard I give it to you silver Gold and grey And for a matter of pain No secrets It hurt And I want you to know That I will find you One day Once again

If You Have The Time If you have the time Do you want to go down to the beach? The water's warm As warm as it will ever be In England And if you have the time We could go down to the cafe A cup of tea Or coffee And we'll be on our way Bring your hat Because it's windy on the promenade And you can bring your gloves If you get cold But I can hold your hand if you like Depends how you feel But to me you are the ray of sunshine On a rainy day And once I've held you tight I won't want to let go But that's just me, see Typical hopeless romantic Sometimes it gets to me And I find it hard to breathe That's why I stick so close Because you are a breath of fresh air In the London horizon; London again How is it down there? I heard the cabs are busy In the streets And the people Don't have the time to spare It's nice to meet someone like you The smear of red on the blank canvas Pretty little girl Not quite the lady In a city of great expectations You've still a lot of growing to do But you're my little girl My little treasure Blown from the highest high Into my arms You talk like you're made of London But your heart was born in the country Don't try to court me little lady I see right through you You're still a little afraid Of what might happen Once you take that first step Out of your big town house Out of your fathers reach And into your mother's past Bless you child For you are young And it is that foolish flower I have come to love So if you have the time to spare Come down to the beach with me And we can sit awhile On the sand Hand in hand And I'll knock on your door in the morning Just to see your smile And we can spend the day again Just two lovers Cheating #life Of its passerbys...