Shaded FigureA shaded figure,sits all alone.cold with fear,his heart of stone.hears a ringing,and picks up the phone.screams at himself,so his thoughts are known.The rains constantly falling,not stopping or stalling.Reality's fading,all colour and shading.A shaded figure,shivers with feaver.life and love,but doesn't have either.stops the ringing,and picks up the reciver.once again,becomes a beliver.
S.O.SThis is our SOSTo all that hearChange our waysSo none will fearI look at the world,what do i see?Guns, gangsand hypocoracy.Mans biggest fear,mans only hateOne of himselfTurned and sealed his fateThis is our SOSTo all that hearChange our waysSo none will fearThe terrorised,turn to terrorist.March round,with one clenched fist.Children gone hungry,just turned weak.War is all,Politics speak.This is our SOSTo all that hearChange our waysSo none will fearSo when you turn,and go to bed.think about,the nameless dead.
Dead LetterDead Letter:by Robin Nederlof.It was a cold and rainy night.You said you wanted me.The room was old and soggy, just right...To be there with you made my feelings go free.It was a lousy apartment in a lousy street.And we felt real love, we felt the heat.We let our lips get in touch, hugged each other.I felt great feelings and nothing did bother.Holding her in my arms, to prevent her from harm.I still remember, she was so warm.Outside the stars flew by, she really loved me.She fell asleep and I stood up to see.I gazed through the window, to look into space.Trying to think of the other things that did matter.But all I could see was your face.And again it made me forget about the letter.The letter, the letter I should never have readIt was only meant for you and now it's stuck in my head.It would have been better if I had never seen.But it did occur to me, how strange you had been.I just had the feeling you were hiding something from me.Something you would never ever
Prove it.You know those girls who don't believeThe compliments that they receive?Here's a tale they will enjoyIt starts with a girl and boyThe first date, they both are shyThey look each other in the eyeAfter they eat, they both walkStaring at the ground, they talkShe likes him, and he likes herSatisfied is what they wereSo let's skip ahead a bitTo the part where they commitThe three strong words, you know the onesEach little word can weigh tonsHe gets them out, "I love you"And he did, this part is trueA tear swells up in her eyeShe hesitates to replyShe lets out a mighty sighAnd stops him, and asks him "why""Why?", he asks, he can't explainThe love that runs through every veinBut he looks into her eyesAnd for her, he tries and tries"For starters, you're lots of fun"No sooner than he had begunShe begins to argue backFighting with his love attack"You're so much fun on every date""Oh trust me, I'm not that great""Your sense of humor is so good""I would ditch it if I