Flight to London.

And there you go,
playing with my mind again.
You know its you who hold
my empty hard and wretched soul.
And so it goes, I accept.
I cannot deny this emotions for you.

For all this years,
a single photograph brings back tears.
Memories of you and me
through the times
we thought we'd have forever,
and you'd me mine.

Times have passed,
and our faces have aged.
We parted ways, and we added space.
The awkwardness of silence
I wish would break.

For all these years,
a single memory of you would bring me tears.
Conversations between you and me
through those nights,
silly words and anxious sighs,
and we'd burn ten minutes of telephone lines.

Rain, Snow and Heat,
I'd brave it all just to know
what I can keep.
I'd waste it all just for you
so I could hear,
the silly words I long from you,
but it never came to exist.

And here I go,
Remembering our time.
the first time we met and your sweet smile
to the last departure and your good bye.
The Sun rises to the West, but
Sunsets never end.

Threshold.

This heart has reached its threshold,
It's been filled too much that it overflows.
Filled with so much pain it can possibly hold,
how it can possibly survive this state?

I resign, abandon.
I shed a tear for us,
I shed a tear for the memories.
From dawn till dusk,
I will mourn this tragedy.

I cannot bring myself to forgive.
No, not anymore.
I cannot let myself be fooled,
I've fallen many times before.

I let go, give up.
I shed a tear for us,
I shed a tear for the end.
I will always long for the love
your heart has lent.

This heart has reached its threshold,
It has become numb, wounded and cold.
Filled with so much pain it can possibly hold,
from a single lie that multiplied a hundred fold.

People with Price Tags.

"King Benjamin!", they all cry out,
raising their arms and voices up high.
They beg and kneel at his feet,
longing for his assurance of a better life.

"Save us!", one screamed,
one of the million people assembled at his feet.
they all aspire for greener pastures,
people of only skin and bone.

Famine has ravaged this land,
and Poverty has stricken its heart.
Hunger for food, money and power,
the taste for it lingering in their guts.

His every wish is their command.
His will is for them to follow.
His every whim and every demand,
No matter how deep nor shallow.

All of these for the price of gold,
and the promise of fame and glory.
All of these for the money,
they willingly exchange for their dignity.

There are people with price tags,
easily bought and disposed.
Their hearts belong to the highest bidder,
Their loyalty lies where there is gold.

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