Happy Ending

I’ve been living a life of another man,

Forgot my past and my future scopes,

I want to cry and cry and sing no more,

Cause I am living a life of another man.

Why change myself so long ago,

Why mind my mind and live no more,

I hate myself cause I am not a bird,

A bird that lives and lives to fly.

I love the sound of the ocean breeze,

I love the smell of the garden green,

I love the touch of the loveliness,

I love her songs, when she sings for me.

Happy I would live, live for me,

Forget my past but future I will lead,

Now I live my life with an open mind,

To sing all time and live my life.

Alarm!

Alarm!

I was here before,

I don’t remember when,

May be long time ago,

May be never, but I was here before.

I looked around,

I felt I was here before,

Then I realized, this is my first time,

But I felt I was here before.

Are you confused now?

Or are you laughing at me?

You are meant to read this,

Because you were here before.

Think!

Spring

Spring, oh spring;

When did you come?

Filling my garden,

With colors and worms.

I live on a mountain,

Herding my sheep,

The milk, they give;

Would fill all my needs.

I would sing all the day:

About the birds of the sky,

About the love that surrounds,

Between the earth and the high.

I love to see the morning rise,

And to see the sunset skies,

Its all joy and peace everywhere,

And no chance for loneliness here.

I have a dog,

To watch my sheep,

And I would sing,

All my dreams,

The dream to fly over the fields,

Over the mountains and the hills,

To walk on the water,

And swim in the air,

To meet my father and mother,

Whom, I love so dear.

Thomson Charles

Pretty

Bright yellow orange white,
Confused by colors I was awe struck rite,
Big red really green,
Makes no sense, but I like them still.

May my life be confused the same,
Still I love it to the full,
Don’t stop the good that you do the best,
To meet someone you never knew.

Life is a travel that takes you far,
Travel your best and cherish your rest,
Cause you wouldn’t know when you fall asleep,
But certainly you will sleep.

So sleep to remember the travel you made,
Far north and south and east and west,
And if you don’t wake up don’t bother,
Just keep a smile and enjoy the rest.

Thomson Charles

Blind's Paradise

What did I do, to lose this world;
so calm, so pleasant; with colourful birds.
What light may break my darkness?
What cries may be seen?
All I have a world in night,
with ghosts and gods flying by.

But two I love, to make me live;
My good old songs,
And those who love them still.
Its my life, I've been born to sing;
songs of love and songs of grief,

Where time takes me, I do not care;
For things I love is never rare.
Books I read in doted lines,
Are only things that entertain.
It's the blind lad's song,
To see the light, to see how birds fly;
In the Paradise.

Thomson Charles