-Bev-
05-20-2007, 02:00 PM
Locked Inside
She turns, twists hair,
In frustration, sighs
Head in hands, with ink,
She tries
To free what's inside
On to paper
The essence of her soul,
what shapes her.
Surfing the Soundwaves...
Surfing the soundwaves
In a maze of melody
In a turmoil of tune
With a rhythm of ruin.
With a landslide of lyrics
And a bassline of bliss
I drift in the music
As it leaves its sweet kiss.
Hopeful Lies
Hazy Sunshine
Pink Skies
Broken Looks
Dreamy Eyes
Rainy Streets
Haunting Dreams
Dizzy Fears
Hopeful Lies
She turns, twists hair,
In frustration, sighs
Head in hands, with ink,
She tries
To free what's inside
On to paper
The essence of her soul,
what shapes her.
Surfing the Soundwaves...
Surfing the soundwaves
In a maze of melody
In a turmoil of tune
With a rhythm of ruin.
With a landslide of lyrics
And a bassline of bliss
I drift in the music
As it leaves its sweet kiss.
Hopeful Lies
Hazy Sunshine
Pink Skies
Broken Looks
Dreamy Eyes
Rainy Streets
Haunting Dreams
Dizzy Fears
Hopeful Lies