November rain - piano -
Passionate pleasures...caress my mental passageway
As my mind wanders to an exclusive area..of the membrane...
Distant to all man kind...I have become a lonely soul...
In which only desires to let Life take it's toll...
Destined for things bigger than myself...
things bigger than imagined, Bigger than life...
He has a plan for me that..never in my wildest dreams...
Would i even begin to understand what is in store..
I've been hurt, bruised, battered, manipulated...
Conscrewed, heart broken, and hated...
But Now i have begun to realize...
that without all the hurt...all the despise..
I wouldn't have become who I am...
Wouldn't have begun to understand...
That life is made up of good and bad...
And it is up to ME...Which road I will follow..
Will i better myself...or sit in the past and wallow...
Will i corrupt my mind with the past...Or find a release...
As i let my pain escape my body as my fingertips hit the letters...
I can feel a weight lifted off my chest..the taps and the sound of the instrumental...
Are releasing all the evil...all the hatred off my mental...
Rain drops and thunder...are now the rhythm of my heart beat...
Making a emotional song...that sings the cries of my past self..