The song

Guitar strings strumming a tune

Song of life or love , 

Swaying with the hearts rhythm

Fighting to stay true.

A rectangular paper defining success

Talent a mear addition ,

Saving grace only the passion.

To keep pursuing or not,

Solving the confusion.

For to survive in this harsh world

You need the rectangular paper 

And in attaining that you reach your goal.


The friend

Singing in your ears everyday

Warmth from you is the only comfort 

Which lures me to stay.

Alive or dead ,

It matters to me.

For in your presence ,

I find the little joy left in me to see.

Tattered and torn you may be

From the loneliness of this world,

You set me free.