weary

A star falling

I saw you fall through the deep night sky, burning brightly in your descent
I saw your last moment of glory bursting into oblivion
It seems perverse to wish upon your death, but it's worth the chance
If by some miracle you can take my dreams and disperse them in the universe, bring her to me
Be our one shining chance in a world that seems uncaring
Take our pleas and whisper them to god himself, give us faith
I wish I may, I wish I might... kiss my love another night

When a song bird forgets how to sing

When a song bird forgets her song, does she continue to live?
does she spend her days longing to sing?
When a song bird forgets her song, does she ever give up looking?
will she be destined to chasing the ever fading memory of sweet melody?
When a song bird forgets her song, will the music be forgotten?
does satisfaction become a dusty memory melting away?
When a song bird forgets her song, is she still a songbird?

Loving is never wrong

I feel as I've been placed in a time machine, torn from my world of understanding to a foregin and cruel existance. Love is pure, it is a fundamental right that you do not have to earn, you don't have to be anyone special or do any special tricks - it's just a given right. It's kind of like breathing, who says you have a right to breathe or not breathe? Silly, isn't it? I know there is misunderstanding and fear, I've seen that. But there are still people in this world that believe you are a monster, undeserving of life itself if you love the "wrong" person. Do you tell your body to breathe or your heart to pump? Just as these actions are involuntary, the love we feel and that attracts us to other people is involuntary. Do not get me wrong, I am not saying in any way that people are a certain way because "they cant help it". Even if we could "help it" most of us wouldn't change who we love for anything in the world. Being judged for the way your heart loves, the way your lungs breathe, the direction your blood flows seems like a pretty asinine notion in my humble opinion. The rights to judgement come with pretty hefty pricetags.