History and Future

slipping away and out of reach ragged breaths from each.
bright is the day but dark is the hour to find so many left in waste with only a taste so sour.
Bum Bum Bum
does the feet march on, does the heart yearn for long, do the wing match the sad song.
No razor kisses, no dreasm if Romeo and Juilet, no love story to forget.
Just the whispering words that sooth so sweet and burn as we just meet.
They tell my story of pentals and rage.
where i was stronger than age.
I said yes, i said no, i said LET IT BE SO!!!!
Below me be the filthy dirt and above the smog skys.
Signed away for all the day,
I jumped down from a mirical they say.
One night, one more day I was lead away.
Do my fingers faulter do my thoughts betray?
I am in love in a magical way.
The birds sing, the clouds are again like rain.
The wind is talking and i feel every need to talk away.
Spinning in my rolling chair,
the sun the moon both rise
bowing i cannot close my eyes.
As far as the soul can see is the path for him and me.
Will I let go
will I set him free?
Will my dreams sess to be as i drown in the unforgiveable red sea?
Will there be prayers and songs and poems to come?
Will i be Mrs. of just Missed?
Dark is the day but shinning is the hour,
let whom ever it be guide my narrow feet on the jagged rocks
for i cannot look down.
Lead me to the gates of simple wood and sky.
I wont let go of his hand
I wont let go when the world is mad.
Solid is my beat
I will follow my leading feet
and I do pray
for my heart to keep.