Dusty Dreams

The house is falling down around us But we cannot see the damages With dust in our eyes -Kel Dayheart

Last Straw

Furious and shivering, she stood In the pouring rain waiting For a ride that's forgotten All about her -Kel Dayheart

I have to be perfect.

Life is a chessboard And we are the players Play on -Kel Dayheart

Glory and fame are fickle friends That soon leave For next passing trend -Kel Dayheart

I earn my living. It takes all of me.

Like a dog gnawing On a bone I cannot let Go of what we had

There is something in the air- In the atmosphere That alarms me In no small degree -Kel Dayheart

Cautionary tale Lost to Memory loss -Kel Dayheart

Scream like your life Depends on it And let all the stress Stream out -Kel Dayheart