I was inspired door this pic of Inu Yasha
Make A time machine
I wanna go in the past
Wanna meet my own self
And get back what I've lost
Wanna play with that child
Sitting in the park, lonely
Waiting for a friend true
Wanna make him happy
And going back to home
He would sit on Momma's lap
And forget all world's tensions
and have a sweet nap
I wanna capture that moment
That smile on my mother's face
and the feeling of contentment
On my own small face
In his dream I would come
Playing with him, carefree
I wanna be his true friend
Wanna change my story
James.
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked door its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked door its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are u the one shit out of luck?
Is it u being pushed around?
Is it u begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
of is it the fact that u remember all of the lies?
Was it u tied down onto his bed?
Was it u screaming at the site of his head?
Was it u who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped u remain alright?
Do u regret ever meeting him,
of was it a lesson well-learned?
Do u regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do u regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
u just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are u the one shit out of luck?
Is it u being pushed around?
Is it u begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
of is it the fact that u remember all of the lies?
Was it u tied down onto his bed?
Was it u screaming at the site of his head?
Was it u who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped u remain alright?
Do u regret ever meeting him,
of was it a lesson well-learned?
Do u regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do u regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
u just tie up a noose.
