Tell me, I really want 2 know;
hw much longer, how much more souls;
i dnt want d usual endless tirade;
of U handling it n stil evil grows;
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In throes of grief wit no pal nigh
my aches let out in trembling sigh
no hi from all my dearie pals
they all and sundry wandering far
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Pray the loudness of quietude
as sleep claims it prey
i seek to know some things
since on me no sleep veil fell
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My heart bleeds for joy
rivers flowing down my scorched cheeks
silent heart speaking more
tears, pleasant grief at their peak
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The evening breeze
clear sand by the water side
crabs in holes not quite deep
and trees dancing to nature's beat
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He's so scared of his books
running undercover to outrun his sums
reading always with clear blank looks
you will get scared by his frequent tantrums
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I found it easy staying up that night
turning, tossing or just staring at the stars
the ache you gave stil fresh in my heart
my mind growin gloomy as the slow time flies
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We've been far away for quite a while
but with every passing second we really got closer,
thats because we each lost our hearts
and got only half of a brand new one....
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A little peace and quiet under our roof
then he must be in bed
the chairs and tables stand aloof
as he awakes with havoc wit no end
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