Red

we thought it was love
so we painted it all red
it seemed like a great way
to celebrate our love

we were in a rush
eager to shout out loud
to tell the world
that we were in love

maybe it was too soon
maybe it was misread
too many maybe's
too little feelings

it's still all red
though we are mourning
a bleeding heart
instead of celebrating

Helpless In Bed

his rough hands
smothers her velvet skin
unable to break free
she shivers in fear and disgust

using all her might
she pushes him back
running for her life
is all she can do

like a starved savage beast
he pounces on her
whilst she screams in agony
he tries to find pleasure

her eyes filled with tears
she looks for compassion in his eyes
but none she can find
as he gives an unmerciful glance

all out of chances
all out of hope
she stares at the blank wall
lying helpless in bed

If You Let Me

what would you do
if i were to come there
and hold you tight
in the moonlight

would you push me away
and run far away
or would you hold me tight
in this cold night

let the cold breeze
blow your hair
across my face
whilst i kiss your neck

and we shall lie
amongst the wildflowers
and wake up
to it's sweet scent

i would do it everyday
if you let me in
because i want to
grow older with someone like you

Children Of The War

born and raised
at gunpoint
we were taught to follow
not to think

they were our parents
they were our gods
everything was laid out
in simple black and white

but now it has changed
the chains broken
taught only to follow
now we look for guidance

unable to think
on our own
we are caught in constant dilemma
lost without our voices

if you broke the chains
teach us how to stand on our feet
or forever we shall be
the children of the war