WHERE DID THE PEOPLE GO?
Solve my riddle: I ran away from home
but never really left.
Like all the times I danced before
Like all the questions asked no more
Where did the people go?Where could they be?
How did the people fall, O how
Like all the thoughts no more
Like all the thoughts no more
Where did the people go. Where could they be?
All the smart people
The world will bring us down one by one
out there a lonely boy could drown
The answers not here I dont know where
Like all the thoughts no more
Like all the thoughts no more.
HAVE MERCY (Words of a Poet)
Im a wanderer and far from home
but I never really left, its weird
im a alien and stranger on this earth
im the real Highlander believe me
Clark Kent has nothing on me.
you give me freedom to use wisely
you are with me on condition
you talk to me and I hear your voice
How could I have made myself this way
No longer do I fight the way I am
Lord what am I doing right?
What am I to you?
The harder I try the further you go
The less I try the closer you come
Thats messed up!
Father why do you love me so much?
you really are a jealous God
you made me an Introvert, o
you made me left handed, so
you order my steps and pave my way.
Im getting younger year after year
Im a mystery even to myself
why do you give me chance and chance
What special am I to the king of Heaven
today im here tomorrow Im gone
This day I live yesterday I was not
What is the value of my breath in me
So many die so why do you spare me
u have mercy on me u inspire my poetry.
so thank you.
Mythical_Poet
Im a wanderer and far from home
but I never really left, its weird
im a alien and stranger on this earth
im the real Highlander believe me
Clark Kent has nothing on me.
you give me freedom to use wisely
you are with me on condition
you talk to me and I hear your voice
How could I have made myself this way
No longer do I fight the way I am
Lord what am I doing right?
What am I to you?
The harder I try the further you go
The less I try the closer you come
Thats messed up!
Father why do you love me so much?
you really are a jealous God
you made me an Introvert, o
you made me left handed, so
you order my steps and pave my way.
Im getting younger year after year
Im a mystery even to myself
why do you give me chance and chance
What special am I to the king of Heaven
today im here tomorrow Im gone
This day I live yesterday I was not
What is the value of my breath in me
So many die so why do you spare me
u have mercy on me u inspire my poetry.
so thank you.
Mythical_Poet
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