Compass The seas that ebb and flowCompass by ~PwrSlave
The tides of my life and ocean
That fill the expanse of space
Between here and there
Dissolve
The stars show the way
The sparrows call me home
Dolphins at my bow
My spirits are raised
Wind fills my sails
Not a dry eye on deck
As we look west
Our gaze met, east
The shore calling us home
Home
The stars show the way
The sparrows call me home
Dolphins at my bow
My spirits are raised
Wind fills my sails
Mother Ocean, release me
Again
You have held too long
My heart aches for land
My home
The stars show the way
The sparrows call me home
Dolphins at my bow
My spirits are raised
Wind fills my sa
Out on the Edge out on the edgeOut on the Edge by ~PwrSlave
sliding along
too weak to look
too strong to fall
stay in view
at the end of my fingers
you're just around the corner
but where did I go?
this air is too thick
scars of my past
keep me from seeing
bump it once and spin
down
out on the edge
sliding along
too weak to look
too strong to fall
low the pulse
still in the dream
my fingers on the string
keep it moving
what to say in deafening silence
bleeding to death
there's always more
fill the space or die
like a cork in the ocean
my mind the storm
soaked to the bone
says my soul
out on the edge
sliding along
too weak to look
too strong to fall
Every Minute Stings I can feel the soundEvery Minute Stings by ~PwrSlave
hear the pressure
Fingers on the strings
melodic pleasure
Where it is, I'm not sure
I must get back to what's pure
Do you know the feeling?
do you know the ring?
Eyes and fists clenched tight
chapped raw and burned
Every minute stings
WE dance we move we sleep and fight
Yet all we want to do is love
Why this dilemma? Why the conflict?
Is it from the hole in our hearts
or the our lack of insight?
Do you know the feeling?
do you know the ring?
Eyes and fists clenched tight
chapped raw and burned
Every minute stings
A little chlorine to wash the soul
so easy to drown in the self pitty we sew
Displacement The Space between the linesDisplacement by ~PwrSlave
Seems to grow and grow
Although the words fade
They are burned into my soul - all I do is
Sit in my mind and replay
Days and days that weren't mine
Behind the eight-ball I didn't make
Wake up and face another day
He' my best but I'm not his
Too much space and time
I wish I could take it back
but I can't - all I do is
Sit in my mind and replay
Days and days that weren't mine
Behind the eight-ball I didn't make
Wake up and face another day
The story I tell, can't be lies
Lines on a page all I have
Cut me in half and half is all you'll get
because all I do is
Compassion 
It's much appreciated~
Sta.sh
