I remember

I remember the days where the world is nothing but an adventure,

That seemed to be a space within my little imagination, my little universe

I remember the days where i remember what having a dad is like,

The days where he held me like I would break in a thousand pieces,

I remember the days my sister and I were best of friends,

The days I never knew what a heart-break tasted like,

I remember those who I first got in a fight in,

Those who made me feel like nothing, the nothing I never knew

I remember the days where nothing mattered but me,

The days where hope filled my heart like juice within a glass,

I remember the days where music made sense to me,

The days I would feel happy and not as sick as I am now,

Symphony

Let me sing to you a symphony,

Of a tale of how my honey dews were left with the bones of my ancestors,

A melody that bring forth nothing but pain and tears in heaven,

A symphony that cometh from a heart stoned and crucified,

I will sing to you oh who stoleth from me,

To you who left me divine

Bare to the beasts of a world I cometh from,

I sing to the skies I see no more blue,

To the families you left with a hole in their bellies,

I wanna sing to you this gospel,

Preach to you the words of a God you call your own,

To a God I call my own and singeth to daily,

I wanna scream your name as I see you over… and over… and over… and over… and NEVER!

This song that belongeth to the hearts I am left now without,

I will sing to you about this anger I know nothing about,

Sing to you the scares I was given when I stole from granny’s cookie jar,

How my blood turned to wine with a single touch you weaved over me,

And sing to you of my skin color,

Sing to you of the things you took,

Sing to you of how I hate you and your kind,

Sing to you at your death bed!

Veined heart

I don't really quite remember why my heart bled,

With every tear I sob, veins showing from my heart,

I never knew I was walking in a forest of endless tortures,

During the day, what envious beauty I see,

During the night, nightmares that hunt my inner consciousness,

What was I doing there in the first place ? ? ?

I remember oceans being this way,

Being forever beautiful and its roses shunning the world from its evilness,

Now I hate all that is said to be beautiful,

I hate the night as much as I hate daylight,

I never denied how my eyes had fooled this flesh of mine,

Like I crashed and I was left with an amputated heart and a bit of bitterness,

I am not the lemon I am now,

I am the sweetness that I had been created to be.

Death

Death... death,

How you crown the glory given to us by our God,

Introducing the devils power to us like wolves attacking helpless sheep,

You tore through our hearts,

Yet till managing to steal all that is good belonging to us,

Kings and Queens have yet thought they might have survived,

Survived your sweaty palms with no shame in stealing,

But to you, no riches are ever good enough,

No stone is never left unturned,

Engraving the thought of putting a gun to their heads

so that they are able to see your true form,

But, much like lucifer, you have no power,

The sheep you are hunting is the sheep that you are,

You fear of us moving beyond this world,

To a world of greener grass and and roads made only of gold,

You may have thought that you tore our hearts in two and a half,

You thought that with your step closer

God's steps would dim away in the sun-shines,

You were wrong from the day we made you born,

Yes, the devil misguided us in taking the route that led to you,

God pulled through for us when was just nails on the ground we walked in,

How I rejoice I will be with the Legends that God appointed,

To show us the light is much better than the darkness we found comfort in,

And you too shall fade away when the battle field has been wiped out!

I am who I am (English version)

They call me by many, many names,

They curse my existence by the day and night,

Some manage to curse me when they think I am not looking,

Yet cry my name out when they are either in need or pain,

I gave them simple set of rules to live by,

A book that I made by one of their own make,

But look at how shameful i have become to them,

Like my existence mean nothing to them,

But my love for them will never stop,

No matter how my beautiful , beloved child despises,

I love them more preciously than the angels that are here with me,

Even had to sacrifice my one and only child for the love i have,

I have made no mistake in making a little heaven called Earth,

a place where I know for a fact they will live together and spread out,

Even though my dreams for that heaven are demolishing day-to-day,

I know I will calm their hearts, and my glory shall be known once more...

Je suis qui je suis (I am who I am)

Ils m'appellent par beaucoup, beaucoup de noms,

Ils maudissent mon existence de jour et de nuit,

Certains parviennent à me maudire quand ils pensent que je ne cherche pas,

Encore pleurer mon nom dehors quand ils sont dans le besoin ou la douleur,

Je leur ai donné un ensemble simple de règles pour vivre,

Un livre que j'ai faite par l'un de leurs semblables,

Mais regardez comment honteux, je suis devenu pour eux,

Comme mon existence ne signifient rien pour eux,

Mais mon amour pour eux ne s'arrêtera jamais,

Peu importe comment ma belle, aimée enfant méprise

Je les aime plus alors les anges qui sont ici avec moi,

Même eu à sacrifier mon seul et seul enfant pour l'amour que j'ai,

Je n'ai fait aucune erreur en faisant un petit paradis appelé terre,

un endroit où je sais pour un fait qu'ils vivront ensemble et la propagation dehors,

Même si mes rêves pour que le ciel sont démolissant au jour le jour,

Je sais j'ai calmera leur cœur, et ma gloire s'appellera une fois de plus...

He told me that he loved me

He tells me that he loves me,

The same way we both sat for coffee while watching reality through windows,

With that look in his eyes that would ring an alarm to one's fell senses,

Feeling the presence of what we humans call love,

In-between the walls that separate the divine with the impure,

I was happily situated, on the soft cushions of cloud nine,

He tells me that he loves me,

The first time I had life in me and felt like Earth was no more blue,

Like I waited for some miracle that was just in front of my coffee table,

Scared, thinking it was the end of my misery,

He yet pulled me close to his orbital,

Being affected by his gravity pull

And couldn't no longer fight for my stand,

He tells me that he loves me,

By the steps we took while dancing,

That moment when the beat of the song matched the beat of my heart,

Living in a fairy-tale, not even Cinderella or Snow White would fit,

With his warm breathe between my ice cold neck,

I felt like I was right where I belong,

He tells me that he loves me,

The first time I ever saw him angry,

With that troll-like look in his eyes,

I had no fear because I knew where I stand with him,

He told me that he loved me so many times,

I had no fear of loosing him even though I was scared,

He tells me that he loves me,

The first knock-out I got from him by simply talking back,

I never knew that my words were stones on him,

I thought of the police

But that was just on of "those" thoughts,

I never thought he would do that to me,

But I kinda deserved it ever since he told me that he loved me,

He tells me that he loves me,

The first time I knew what side the doors of a hospital are faced,

The look my daughter had when she noticed mommy's new face,

Me, moving towards a car in front of me with full speed,

Like I was ready to give of the gift of life I had been given,

How was I so blind to trust this stranger I live with?

A man who stole everything from me and gave me the world on top of it.

He tells me that he loves me,

The first time I filed for divorce papers,

The first taste of freedom within the slavery I set myself in,
How delighted I am to see a smile on my face,

Seeing my daughter without having to worry if I had any makeup on,

Yes! He told me that he loves me,

How do I prove it?

I am cold

I feel cold,

Like the sun is nowhere near my reach,

I yarn to feel the rays on my bare skin,

Suffocating within the emotions I call my own,

Trying to figure out if whether my soul is still intact with my being,

I feel cold,

The temperature of the Atlantic is much high for me

And I have no thermometer reading of this warming cold in me,

They say I am dead, but what defines the living?

I am as unique as any other blood type,

Life, as it gently flows to my cold heart,

I feel cold,

Like a Winter hail, like an Autumn storm,

I become the bitterness of every gentle and kind heart,
Now that I am so close to the sun,

The coldness rises more and more!