Thomas Blaschke, 29 november 2011
In the dark alone and sad
You reach out and then get mad.
She was there and nows she's gone
It looks like you might have to move on.
Thomas Blaschke, 29 november 2011
this pain I feel is inside the pain I can not hide
it will always be there to make me wait for you
I can not see it is going black I can not find that one way back
I turn around and see not light I’m dead and gone and with all my might
I look around I am coming to but the face I see is not you
it is the doctor who just saved me I guess this is how it has to be.
this pain I hold cant be locked away
the love I have has been forever put away
I see your face and I crack a smile
your lovely face makes my heart into a pile
you know I used to love you and now I got to wait
but till that day I will forever be fill with hate
hate for everything that I never was
hate for all the things he does
hate for things that were not meant to be
hate for things that I can no longer see
Show me love I show you hate
I can finally get to this final gate
I can’t pass through I don’t know why
But I remember that time I almost died
I seen this gate so dark so cold
I see the walls ten thousand-year mold
No one can get me I am alone
No one to love me nowhere for a home
That life was not my heaven but only my own personal hell
I passed the test and now I can hear the ringing of the bell
This place I’m at no one can tell how much it feels good to die
The people with me set me free so I can go and fly
Shangri-La I have come home to be with all my friends
The ones that counted that told me they’d be with me until the end.
Thomas Blaschke, 29 november 2011
the good in people is hard to miss
when you find it its pure bliss
no one can tell from the first look
that even the people from the book
can find a way to make a persons day
you must trust that you will see
every thing that you should be
you can change if you know
that every one has to go
the life of a person is a great gift
no one can take the ultimate gift to
take away ones life even if you wield a knife
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