“There was a time when I worshipped the ground you walk on.”

Can’t find my soul in my eyes Must’ve been drowned out by night cries.

You were my sunshine on all my rainy days.

Did you ever love me? The way that I love you.

I am waiting for the day, To find someone come and rescues me.

A soulmate who wasn’t meant to be.

Dark, is my home; Spark, what I crave for.

Everything ceases to fade Leaving my soul all the pain.

I’m wasting my time, Wishing you could be mine.

Too blessed to be worried , Don’t need the feeling of regret.

If I stay here, Would I get myself back?

Expectations are the reason that you’re broken and that’s true.

I gaze into the moon I’ll find my place in the darkness soon.

I was there for you, when everything lost its spark.

Still staring at my wall Wondering how they got so tall?

It’s you that found me years ago, with those shattered eyes beneath lies.

Made up of water, made up of fire too Cracking and burning, pouring it out to you.

I work myself into the ground. But I think I’m a nice friend and a good person, and I try to do my work as best I can.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.

If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!

Just like a flower, we blossom and transform with the proper sunlight, a balanced amount of water, enough fresh air and when we are firmly planted in the ground.

Let’s stick something in the ground and not pretend that it’s perfect.

Shit on the ground pretty much sums it up.

City light appears as stars on the ground, but creates an illusion, of an ideal city that never existed, hides the dark & dusty secrets.

And remember love. In order to plant seeds in the ground, you have to break the earth.