Just some Poems

[Raider]

I pray you'll never forget,
when the the guns of war roared strong;
or have you forgotten yet?

War captures us like a net,
smashes and breaks our every baond;
I pray you'll never forget.

And here's a bet,
it will drown out every peaceful out every peaceful song;
or have you forgotten yet?

All the people who shall never again be met,
and all the friends and family force to say so long;
I pray you'll never forget.

If we continue this sad Sun set,
we'll never see the dawn;
or have you forgotten yet?

Now we have an irreversible debt,
worsening with every day we've carried on.
I pray you'll never forget.
Or have you forgotten yet?

 

[Raider]

It's hard being me,
not many people can see.
That it's not easy being sat on,
and it happens all day long.
Without a word of thanks,
as if I'm some rock on the banks.
The floor says it has a tougher time then me,
thats to be seen.
At least she gets cleaned.
The walls complain about their faces being covered over.
They're so somber,
but they aren't being knocked over.
Oh how I wish I was a ceiling,
and then I could have some hearing.
Cause it's hard being a chair,
without anyone to care.
No one knows how it feels,
and sometimes to the floor I'm sealed.
No it's not easy being me,
wish there was something else I could be.

 

[Rshadman]

Can I borrow these for a couple of songs?Ill definitely give you cred man.You totally deserve it.

I can think of the Song Names

The Junkyard Angels:Reaction
Track 1-Forgotten Yet?
Track 2-Hard Being Me
Track 3
Track 4
Track 5
Track 6
Hidden-The Hobo Song

What do you think man?

 

[Raider]

Sure man go ahead. Here's another if you want it.

Leaping and racing through thick underbrush.
Pausing as I hear something disturb the gentle hush,
and I'm racing again and leap.
Catching a rabbit between my teeth,
it is quite the feast.
I walk away,
to find more prey.
The forest is cool and shaded this day,
leaves hold back the Sun's rays.
There in the clear,
stands a deer.
Standing tall with impressive might,
but no match for my sly and stealthily strike.
With a howl my pack desends,
and we feast again.
Light dies,
darkness thrives,
and we fade away.
Until the next day,
When we shall find more prey.

 

[Raider]

This is what I savor,
a soft gentle touch.
These are the things I favor,
it isn't much.
I know that stare,
when passion blooms.
I've seen that glare,
when love goes to it's tomb.
If passion burns to bright,
it goes swiftly into the night.