Hmmm....(2)

Now that the blog is officially up and running, I am faced with the daunting task of quality control. If I am to expand my reader base, I have to make this substantially more than the ramblings of a half-crazy 19 year old...

The stuff below was a song I wrote for my band, but it never really took off. Might have something to do with the fact that I was lead singer, and I cannot positively absolutely sing for peanuts. I changed it a bit, took out the chorus, and was left with something suprisingly poetic...

What the world has made (of me)

Life seems to slip away,

I lose my place for good,

I forget who I am,

And I ask of myself,

Is life worth fighting for?

Is love worth living for?

Because now I see, what the world has made of me, 

And I give up all my hope.

What is the purpose of this?

Why this life at all?

I wonder why this fiction, 

I want to leap from up high.

As I stand on the edge

As I stare into the deep,

I clearly see what the world has made of me, 

And I give up all my hope.

Why continue this fight?

Why live in twilight?

Why not give in?

Why not give up?
I can't even see the sun,

The stars dont shine for me,

Now I am what the world has made of me,

And I have given up my hope.

(guitar solo ending in a drum beat)

How can I give up this fight?

How can I abandon

All that I love,

All that I live for?
As I stand on the edge,

My heart beats again,

I refuse to be what the world has made of me

And I must hold on to my hope.

I stare into the night

But my head is held high

My soul stirs from slumber,

My passion re-ignites

Life is worth fighting for

Love is worth living for,

Now I see that the world has made me, me

And I live in my hope...