Rahdiyan

You’re standing beyond the boundary Looking in And you’re clinging desperately to something you’ve Never been There must be something here You can call your own But you’re always standing on the outside All alone The world comes crashing down At the break of day And you’ve tried so hard to tell yourself That you’ll be okay Memories slip through your grasp As you fade from time But you can’t forget the one thing you could Never find

I'm walking down this crumbling road Again The world keeps changing Yet it's all the same The fading daylight cannot hide These scars One more 'tomorrow' Fades to 'yesterday' But still I'm marching on There is a light in the distance It leads me on It calls my name And guides me on my way And while I long for tomorrow I want to leave this life Give up this path And throw it all away Today What point in fighting When you're all alone? Each life's a moment Then they fade to grey You'd think by now I'd have a heart of stone Yet each new meeting Makes me long to stay But still you call me on There is a wind blowing onwards It knows my pa

Here the wind that blows  has always called my name Here the shining rays  peer out from falling rain Waiting in the dark  and dreaming of the dawn Hoping in my heart  that I can carry on Holding in my hands  a quiet memory Of a promise made  and a path to take In the cold I hold it close  and listen carefully To the words I spoke  long ago

Clouds radiated across the sky in sweeping arcs, crystalline white against luminescent azure. As far as the eye could see, just sky and land—a flat, gray-brown expanse, the horizon so unbroken by trees or structures that the wind galed almost constantly across it. He had never seen a place so empty and unmoved. If not for the wind and the clouds shifting over head, he may have believed the world had stopped, frozen in a breath of time. His older companion smiled down at him, a hint of mischief in silver-green eyes. “You seem surprised; surely, you did not believe the mountains went on forever?” He shook his head. “

Sitting on the bottom looking up. I struggled as I sank, limbs thrashing, hands slapping the water while I tried, desperate, to keep my head over the surface. It didn't look so much to everyone else, but the panic was real, too real to cry out for help. I'm drowning; I don't have air to waste screaming. They just keep swimming over head, oblivious. So here I am, so far down you won't see me unless you're looking in the right spot. Don't expect a wave or a smile. I'm too tired for that. I can't reach up for a hand extended downwards, but don't mistake it for giving up. I'm not ready to accept defeat. Still holding my breath despite the pain

Oh give me a home Where no Druffalo roam 'Cause they're slow and they smell really bad And if there's one more word About guiding the herd I'll stab you and burn down your home Why do I take these quests? They're always tedious at best I don't need your sword And if I wasn't bored You can bet that you would be ignored