Poetry

Somedays I'm looking at the world through a jaded shade of grey;

Somewhere past the clouds,

The sun breaks through.

There's a paradise on the otherside,

Where I wanna live my life.

There's a paradise on the otherside,

Where I come alive.

Looking at the world through the black and white;

Somewhere past the clouds;

And the sun breaks through.

There's a haven on the otherside,

Where I was made to live my life.

There's a paradise where I come alive.

Like the stars shining in the sky;

Where I come alive,

Lost in another life.

Beat running through my veins,

like a taste of a remedy,

Without the music is a breath of air;

Slightly melancholy;

The sound of silence,

While I need a melody as the hours pass me by,

Somewhere where the angels fly.

Try so I can break free, and touch the sky

Where there is no time,

Where I can feel alive.

The most I can do is try,

Dreaming of a paradise.

Where I can come alive.

While I'm looking down,

At where I've been what I've seen.

Here I am, up up and away.

On the top like I am going through

A parade, waving at every passerby,

It is brighter at the top.

The things below and beyond,

Don't stop me.

The black and white are made of

colors, beyond what they eye can

visualize.

A rainbow of light that I see.

Looking down from the top.

Where there's a paradise on the otherside,

right across the way from me somewhere;

In elevation with me and my surroundings.

Even higher and I'm still climbing.

Took a break so I could catch my breath.

Holding onto everything I have left;

this life is a maze, a wonderland.

I hold in my hand, like the world when I close my eyes.

Somewhere past the clouds;

The sunbreaks through, after the rain has fallen.

A beautiful paradise awaits that was built while time

was frozen.

There's a haven sparkling on the otherside;

while I'm where I am in the one that is my life.

Only looking over the edge so I can see how far I have come.

When I close my eyes I see myself running through;

fields of wildflowers.

The view from here is not as clear.

Somewhere past the clouds,

The sun breaks through.

There's a paradise on the otherside,

Where I'll live my life.

There's a paradise on the otherside,

Where I'll come alive.