Hopes and Dreams

I've had this reoccurring dream a while

Mountains stack and I am underneath the pile

When I am under, wake's a mile away

You are my sun but I can't seem to find the day

My hopes are tangent to my dreams this time

My hands want to be warmed by you rather than rhyme

I know it's out of reach but I must try

Though passion melts the cold it invites the fire

I have a fear of being on the ground

Might miss my flight

Walk away, don't make a sound

But this charming sound has made its way to me

It's such a shame to leave the passenger's company

I'm so afraid to get off this plane

Because I fear I won't get on ever again

The ground may be safe but it's the air I love

Take me up high, I like the view from up above

Plans of War

You are such a clever lie

Cuz I can never figure why

I keep running back to you

Why I do the things I do

I smell the fresh scent of your breathe

But know you merely breathe out death

The trick and scheme is never new

You mask the lie, and hide what’s true

So here is what I’ll do:

I’ll curse the man you’ve built in me

And tear apart each stone building

I’ll run to the nearest open road

And rip off all these shameful clothes

I’ll wait till your memory is gone

As long as the light in the sky lives on

And still I’ll wait just to be found

And until then I won’t make a sound