#1
Rhythm

The fire burns, as the world churns
and yet we cannot find our rhythm.
What we know wont hurt us,
and yet knowledge feels so bliss.

There is a time when one finds
themselves at the mercy of the pulse.
No one can satisfy the lust
to control our destiny.

But the world holds us,
and grips us in her veil.
Not letting go, not letting go, even if we know.

The flowers open thier buds,
and the sea opens its fissure.
Teachers try to teach us,
but we always hold our own rhythm.

Yet the world holds us,
and grips us in her veil.
Not letting go, never letting go.
Last edited by hunterkiller101 at Feb 8, 2009,
#2
All I have to say, is... You misspelled Rhythm.

I'll actually say some stuff about it later, but, I'm gonna go to bed soon, so I'll do it tomorrow.
Last edited by JDZYX at Feb 8, 2009,