My Love The Burden
my love the burdenI now offer to the cold black nightbut I get no answerand so I cry
When I write on empty page, it usually poetry or lyrics. They are a bit different but kinda the same also. Some are intended to become songs and have more of a rhythmic flow and rhymes, choruses, verses. Poetry is more loose but sometimes the poetry turns into lyrics and takes on a life of its own. And all great poetry has a great rhythm and flow to it. But poetry is more free, you can do anything, explore form. Scream and bleed.
my love the burdenI now offer to the cold black nightbut I get no answerand so I cry
sometimes you gotta believe in somebody elsecause the day will come when you need somebody elseto believe in youto lean on youto comfort you
never was a poor boynever even had a chancenever been a fighternever learned to dancenever been a workernever even knew hownever been a sear
something's going oni don't know whateveryone can see it except usi wish i knew exactly what you wantevery time when our eyes meet we are go
senseless and tiredyou weep behind my dooryou are weak and your eyes are getting sorei'm a travelling a sacrificea that means nothing is no
close your eyesand don't wonder whyjust you and meand the evening skycheer up chipmunkit'll be alrightlay with meunder the stars tonight
stuck in betweenthe low life's paradiseand the american dreamI feed the beastbecause my pain is joyand in my cage I'm free
wake up againa new chance to beginthe lights go dimall I need is within
afraid to get our hands dirtywe lie awake lonelywishing someonewould give us a pushthrough the gateif only
these restless nightsi know i don't wanna diethis restless mindi know i'll be alrightthese restless worriesare a waste of time