I am dead

I am dead
my heart aches
I feel no pain
All my love returns as vengeance
no one knows me, nobody cares
The streets of love, deserted they are
The air is dead,there is no rain
I am thirsty for a drop of love
running after a mirage in the desert sands
Gone are the soft petals,the red roses
I trot through dead cactus, carcass and thorns
Somewhere far away lies an ocean of love
of warmth, of care; no despair
I will die one day in this heat and desolation
I am dead now, I will be dead then
my heart aches
I feel no pain

The Shooting star

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The Shooting Star

It was dark inside and the audience was quite

May be there wasn’t an audience at all

Some were sleeping, others reading

I gazed aimlessly

Through the plastic window by my side

The vast emptiness of the stage outside

Lit it was, with countless stars

Hanging in there, on an invisible thread

Never vacillating, ever glowing

There were flashes all across the horizon

A storm must be brewing in the clouds below

The sky glowed like Bellagio’s fountain show

It was one beautiful sight

The stars stood there still

Was I even moving? Was it a paradox?

Awestruck I was with such mysterious thoughts.

It was then that I saw the most beautiful thing of all

‘A shooting star’ that sank into the flashes of lightning below

On a star-studded Spring night

36000 ft above the ground

through the plastic window by my side,

Flying back home to Dallas that night

It was one beautiful sight.

No One knows Who I am

No One Knows Who I Am
from the musical "Jekyll & Hyde"
Music by Frank Wildhorn, Lyrics by Leslie Bricusse

Look at me and tell me who I am,
Why I am - what I am.
Call me a fool and it's true - I am.
I don't know who I am.
It's such a shame,
I'm such a sham.
No one knows who I am.

Once there were sweet possibilities
I could see, just for me.
Now all my dreams are just memories,
Fated never to be.
Time's not a friend,
Hurrying by.
I wonder - who am I?

Am I the face of the future?
Am I the face of the past?
Am I the one who must finish last?

Look at me and tell me who I am,
Why I am - what I am.
Will I survive?
Who will give a damn
If no one knows who I am?
Nobody knows,
Not even you.
No one knows who I am.