How Will It Be?

Image from Pixabay I do wonderAs I grow olderAnd thinking about all the thingsI have done or didn’t doWill, I finally belongIn a worldThat doesn’t belongTo me? Alex

Lighthouse

https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2018/01/31/07/36/sunset-3120484_960_720.jpg Image from Pixabay It lights up the nightTo show you the pathIn good and bad daysSomething that is always thereIn the middle of anywhereThere to hold on Alex

9/11

Image from Pixabay We all thought it was a typical dayLike any otherLittle did we knowThat some evil mindsWill kill and destroyPeople and familiesLeaving a nationOn its kneesWith woundsThat will never close and heal Alex

Medal

Image from Pixabay You train asIf today was your last dayWatch what you eatLike a hawkBut it is worth itBecause you get an opportunityTo winA medalFor you and your country Alex

Traffic Lights

Image from Pixabay What if lifeWas a traffic lightCould we make a stopOn life issuesAnd thinkBefore we act? Alex

In Tune

Image from Pixabay How can I be in tune?When you hurt me to the boneEvery time you are in my lifeYou use the love knife I moved by your commandBut you still don’t understandYou were my homeHowever, yours was the phone Now that I’m out of your cageCan I turn the pageDon’t come backTo add … Continue reading In Tune →

What I Would Tell A Politician

Image from Pixabay I’m damn tiredTo keep seeing youHelping your friendsAnd people who can feed youWith their moneyThen you sleep on peopleWho really need your help Alex

Behind Bars

https://cdn.pixabay.com/photo/2014/12/02/11/21/prison-553836_960_720.jpg Image from Pixabay You are no longer a humanBut a numberIn a systemA six by four cellIs now your homeAnd lonelinessBecomes your best friend Alex

I Can Run, But I Can’t Hide

Image from Pixabay It hurts every timeYour name comes up in conversationsSince we run in the same social cyclesI can’t admit that I have feelingsTowards youBecause that reminds meThat I lost youAs a friend too Alex

A Girl And Her Guitar

Image from Pixabay There was a girlWho called the streetsHer homeThe only things she has leftWere the clothes on her backAnd her guitarBut she a dreamTo be on stageWhere her voiceCan be heardAnd her storyCan be told Alex