Maybe

Maybe, the sun will find some other day to die

Maybe, my hopes and dreams are worth another sigh

Maybe, these questions will find answers on their own

Maybe, there's a road

To take me back home.

Maybe, your rights, my wrongs are all that I can see

Maybe, this broken toy is all that I can be

Maybe, this winter's cold will come some other day

Maybe, these words

Are all I say.

Trust within me, keep me in your mind

At least for tonight.

Private places hide forever in sight

Inside your mind.

Kept on smiling even when she cried

Another fight.

War within my breath, my life

It gets me high.

Maybe, the weather's changing is another sign

Maybe, sitting right with you will keep me fine

Maybe, my world comes crashing down on the phone

Maybe, I'm alone.

Day and Time

Working up a sweat on his brow

Looking at the sky, asking how

Things could turn this way around

Silence could break without a sound.

She smiles and lays her head on his arm

Unfettered eyes, a secret charm

And he says, I will be here with you

For as long as the sky above shines blue.

Smoke on the horizon, someone's home

Laugh at will, no time to mourn

And he says, talk to me, always do

And I will only tell what I think is true.

Willing prisoners of this day and time

Willing soldiers of this life.

Am I alone? She asks, are you there?

Will I wait a thousand years?

Unanswered questions, through the haze

Carrots on sticks in this maze.

He has no more words to say, he is tired

She has no more to give, thoughts retired

And they sit in silence forever more

Speaking through signals, closing all doors.

Willing travellers in this year and time

Willing prophets of this life.

Liberty's Wake

They say every action counts

Every drop spilt, every drop sweated

It's all for the greater good

In the end it's all rated.

Care for the poor and unwashed, they say

And He will take care of you

We will sit back and watch it all

While you fight for what is true.

Am I me? Or am I the masses?

Am I me? Or one of the classes?

Cry not for yourself but for your brothers

They who have not what you have

So we will take everything you can give

And amongst ourselves, we will laugh.

Work for freedom, for liberty, for death

In true spirit, you must flounder

Strive for truth and justice and all that jazz

Walk a straight path, don't meander.

But am I me? Is what I ask

Am I me or just another class?

It has been written for sixty years now

My religion, my birth stars matter

They might be dead but still they preach

And the pages they wrote on torn and tattered.

La liberté ou la mort, is the call

But who do I free myself from?

Breaking my spirit against these shores

Do I deserve another dawn?

But the question is still clear: Am I me?

Or am I just another minority?