Friends

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I think I am happy, I wrote some new songs.
I love the sunsets, and where I come from,
There is much beauty but there is more evil
It hurts to look, and when you do see them
You blame all mankind, you refuse to exist
You can’t solve a thing, not those you wished

Your friends might still love you
Wrap you with smiles
But so many unhappy,
The disparity in lives-

But I think I’m happy. I just wrote some songs
I know I can’t really right all the wrongs
I’m glad for friendships, for family as well
We live in our fights and the cold war spells

Let’s have some chocolates. You want some tea?
I think I am happy, and I want you to be
Glad that you met me, glad that you’re here
Tapping on the moment, spreading some cheer

I’m glad to have met you; I’ll write you a song
I’m starting a journey, friend. Won’t you come along?

Burial

I think I’m dying

My smiling face in the polaroid
That I left behind in your heart
Is losing its colours and I
Am out of focus
I multiplied my two arms
Into thousands
Hand-in-hand like a mesh
The thatched wall of blood and flesh
Is crumbling and
I’m scattered all over
How do I protect you now?
Your lips have forgotten to sting
At the strike of my name
Oh how easily now
They’re just vowels and consonants
I think I have indeed
Begun to end.

Bury me when the sun finally sets
I’ll leave the rope of my long hair
For you
Not as a reminder to forget
But to secure the ones who come next spring
Bury me now
Bury me
So that I can bury you well.

Ends.

It's strange how the night is
Walking to the sun
It's strange how it's ending
Before it has begun
The stars, they are guiding
The blue, lonely night
But I cannot find him
And I'm not alright

The sliding alleys
Sleep with the trees
The soft snoring leaves
Sing their lullabies
The lamps, they all flicker
Dreaming of the sun
And oh, how it has ended
Before it has begun.