Empty Frames

You'll ask me were I'll belong and I didn't forget where I came from.

Let it be believed

Let it be received

You went there, where you guess, just some had been.

So please keep it serene

So they will feel better.

Sometimes I feel like a Traveller, who is shy.

Or a neon sign at night, seen out of

a car, driving by.

Just sitting there and keeping the flowers alive.

Just hanging there, telling about life

It makes sense as I faded some times

I rather exiled and smiled

And I'm still a child playing music in the night

You tear the pain

You bury the faces,

You don't have any more places

So you throw memories away

To find a cure

So they don't haunt you anymore

And you give me empty frames of love

Therefore I feel a need to be pure

You are looking for a dove but you are already enough

You don't know how to deal,

with how you feel.

But everything is going to be fine

Around the frames I put some twine.

The flowers only left stains

The only thing left are lost frames

Trying to put in something new

You feel captured by pain

You are something true

You can't find the shards to all the broken hearts

Asking "We're do I keep these little stains?

Where, if not even the heart remains?"

But as I believe in every obscurety

I do believe in poetry

And I believe in purety

I'm lost to the absurd

I'm there I'll remain

I've got them all inside of me

I ain't no crook

But I'm throwing the world off with just one look

On the back of the frame is a ripped tape

And sometimes the ordinary is an escape

and the ditch tears you apart

So I look at art

And I praise

Sometimes music plays

And I make it mine

Then everything is fine

'Cause I love everything so furiously and slightly

And it goes through everyone boundlessly and free

like a alleviation fall

through the heart and in that all

On a thread we are all upon

Keeping it going on

Have you seen the Flowers that I brought?

They are the wings of my last thought

And so are you all across

They are the rolling chaos

I'm the roaring thunder

I think they make my persception slumber.

And there is no wonder why

The silence needs to cry

If the words try to fly

Fly down on me

And on the ones to blind to see

Words for you to hope

Words for some to deny

Words for us to grope

Words to free the love of the sky

Words to give freedom to the blind

Words to fix the broken

Words unspoken

So I wrote some as a remedy to a legacy

Love is a picture behind the eye

In the mind

A picture we remind

So I put some words in a frame and let them remain:

Little bird

I keep you inside of me

If you are not sure to be

I am, as far as I can see

I think I look feathery

And I got them all under me and over me

Don't you see?

I'm not that far behind to catch the mind

Oh little bird, Oh little bird

You've got eyes to rule the world