6 million

The silence reminds us
of the voices of them all
all the people were taken away
and most never came back

It seems so long ago
they were pulled away from this world
from houses and their lives
into trains that kept on rolling

Lives of young and old
gone through the worst of mankind
unhuman behaviour made them suffer
until 6 million were murdered

The smoke floats away
the rivers filled with ash
how hard it must be
for those who survived

6 million murdered

6 million murdered

Tell me why
tell me why
all these beautiful people
all had to die.

Yes, you.

You were there
to show me how
all these things
in life make sense
I thought to never feel again
I thought it all was there before
but somehow you gave it all
back and now I feel so good
I switch off the light and go to bed
your face clearly in my head
I wake up and I think of you
and feel that my love now is true.

It could be you

you're the reason
why I wake up everyday
so many people hurt me
so many friends went away
you're beautiful
as I wake up with you
I smile and look around
for once my heart feels warm
it's all these people that talk and tell
but no one really listens
to what anything we want to say.

Don't

that one day at the bar
she said we tried and gave it our all
but really..did we?
our talks at the table
became a silence in the air
I look into her eyes
and see the passion has gone

So here we are now
years of build up
gone in one talk
time to let it go
It just hurts to know
when we were together
all we really were
was a growing distance

Don't try to justify
the words you just said
for all these years
you've been messing with my head
the bed we lay in
is now cold and lonely
the first kiss here
fading like an old picture

I try to get it right
I think I get it right
but all I see inside me
is the bitterness that you left.

Covers

Fiction novels on a bookshelve
tell me more than I can imagine
the story behind the cover
is sometimes hard to understand
but I can't put you down
I can't figure you out
so please let me know
what are you all about.

Landscape

"You're the landscape of my dreams".

Faded

The bar is empty
but I still hold on
to that one thought
the hope of sharing
looking into my glass
pulling my cigarette
as my mind travels everywhere
except on happy trails
I see the fading colours
the polaroid that once was us
now a faded picture
in a box that used to hold my shoes.