Something Below for Me

This world has been conquered and tamed,
No way for me to receive my glory and fame.

The unknown is known and there is no mystery

That there's nothing up here for me.

At night under my blanket folds,

I remember how my bed time stories were told.

Of swashbuckling pirates of old,

Realizing where they hid their treasures of gold.

Staying on the surface isn't meant for me,

If I want to find their hidden treasury.

I look around,

Then break first ground.

There's something below for me.

Just my feet are below the dirt.

Getting a little messy never did seem to hurt.

A quick shower will wash this right off,
I haven't even developed the miners cough.

There's something below for me

Up to my waste in dirt my shovel hits something hard,

I didn't really dig that far.

Put my hands in the dirt and shift the ground,

To my shock, 

Like Charlie Brown, 

I got a rock.

I hope there's something below for me.

My head is below the surface now but nothing was ever free

To an ambitious company.

If I want my coins, rubies and jade,

Ill have to just keep stomping my blade.

Maybe there's something below for me.

I have not found my treasure chest,

Maybe staying on the surface was best.

But I can't stop now,

I've just got to keep pushing my plow.

There's something below for me...we'll see.

I'll need help out of this prison I've dug,

All in search for a wishful love.

I've been in this hole for years,

And I'm finally realizing my fears,

There's nothing below for me.

I have lost the light,

I am a filthy, lonesome, unwanted sight.

I don't remember how to have a life above,

All I know is what's in this pit I've dug.

I don't know how to keep living,

So I guess, I'll just keep digging. 

The Butterfly

I look in my net

And what do I find

This butterfly stuck

In the net entwined

I caught this butterfly you see

Do I take it in, cage it for curiosity?

Or let it fly, let it go free?

Just wait and we will have to see

Curiosity killed the cat

Imagine that

I never meant to hurt you

He didn't mean to take her virtue

Explore the world, find new lands

Didn't know they'd work for colorless white man

The doctors tried their best, they took a guess

And now we have people addicted to their medical mess

Pretty little wings

Such a small tender little thing

I'll pin it on my wall

Disscet it, to learn it all

All these questions we wonder why

Wonder what we'll see

Gotta find whats at the end of the tunnel

Got to feed our curiosity 

Let freedom ring, let it soar, let it sing

That sounds like such a beautiful thing

The man can't pay his debt

Sentence to do is time

He helps him out

He pays his fine

Slammed her brakes, the bike flew far

She took his life with her speeding car

The people thought for sure, what they would do to her

Pressed no charges, let her go

Didn't even hit her with a single blow

Pretty little wings

Such a small tender little thing

In a prison I could have locked you away

And there you would had to stay

Faster than a child singing A B C

The butterfly is gone, the butterfly is free

We have to be curious to find a way

To help them get through the day

It's not the answer but it's a solution

It's Helping us stop this cancerous evolution

As far as we know

We might have never discovered chemo

Pretty little wings

Such a small tender little thing

It will never fly

Cause we wondered why

I let it die

I killed the little butterfly

I let the man go for I thought it was right

Let him run off into the night

Not a second thought, not a second guess

For my conscious knows whats best

The gun shots fill my ears

I see the body bleeding tears

I let him go, what have I done?

Didn't look long enough, didn't see his gun

Pretty little wings

Such a small tender little thing

I let it go about an hour ago

It is happy it is free

What about me?

I still have that hunger of curiosity

I look in my net and I see another

Maybe I caught the last ones brother

Pretty little wings

Such a small tender little thing

Where to start

How to begin

Do I let it out or take it in?

Me

I look up
I look down
I spin and turn around
There's no one here
There's no one there
There's no one anywhere
It's just me, myself and I

Before, Time alone was time to die
No one would have missed my goodbye
If I was alone, no one cared
Moments with me no one shared
No one bothered to be there

Now its me, just me
And no one I can see
It's strange how I feel free
I enjoy myself and I
I like being me.

The Early RM

I step off the plane and look directly down
Hoping to dodge the disappointed frowns

"What are you doing here?"
"You were supposed to be gone for another year."

"Sorry to hear that but when do you go back?"
It wasn't two years, a full effort you indeed lack.

There looks say, "He probably came home for dishonorable reasons."
"He couldn't even last for a whole four seasons."


I had dreamed of my triumphant return
They think in Hell I'll probably burn.

I went out there to serve God, isn't that enough?
A stain in there white clothes, and unwanted scuff.

I had longed of my friends and my home
Now I'm back, I've never felt so alone.

You came home early, you're weren't a missionary, you're not one of them.
When you serve a whole two years, you can then be honored as a RM.

Hope

Hope is the reason why you pray
believing in a God, who,
watches you night and day.

Hope is the light  in the dark
wondering, looking, searching
for that spark.

Hope can be with you till you die
They can take your wings
but, with hope, you can fly.