Here

I am here.
I am fighting you,
Fighting them,
Always fighting a silent war.

I am here.
I am giving love,
Giving kindness,
Always giving all I have but nothing more.

I am here.
Showing you,
Showing them,
Showing myself that I am here.

The Final Moments

The clock sits ticking, tick-tick-tick
As my life seems to pass me by,
It stares at me as I lay dying
Filling my head with lies.
The clock is chiming, ding-ding-ding
This clock as old as I,
And as I lay her listening
I suddenly start to cry.
The clock is ringing, click-click-click
I leave now with a sigh,
Why is it my time? Why here? Why now?
And I lay me down to die.

The Weeping Willow

I was born next to a Bodhi,
I was raised next to an Oak,
Just a little sapling with a large amount of hope.
I grew next to some roses,
And I watched a man grow old,
But when this man passed away the house he had was sold.
I saw a child growing,
She was a seedling growing strong,
She used to play underneath my shade, but it didn't last too long.
I knew my time was coming,
And people filled the streets,
They cut me down, right from the core-
And that's why willows weep.

Through The Eyes of a Streetlamp

As the sun rises and the moon sets,
The birds chirp and willows weep,
While the dew on the grass starts to condense,
And people start to fill the street,
You are there to enjoy the view.

When the sun sets and the moon rises,
As the birds grow quiet and the crickets grow loud,
The streets filled with people hiding in disguises,
As they do things that wouldn't make their parents proud,
You sit there watching, what will you do?

As the moon hangs quietly in the sky,
And the neon signs buzz until late at night,
You recap what you've seen through you're glass eye,
You're the streetlamp that gives off no light,
And the only one who notices all this, is you.