This place rips me apart,
i need a pace to settle my heart.
This place rote the soul,
this place takes its toll.
...
As i lay here all night
unable to switch off,
the only thing i think of is
i hope tomorrow i am a new man,
...
A kiss at morning,
The love is calling.
For good not bad
for happy not sad.
...
The bird it fly from brance to branch.
Its wings spread o so wide,
like looking on an english tide.
Its feathers fall from the sky,
...
As love and music pollute my brian,
its a million times faster than any train.
Sometimes i can not keep up.
But then i see her little smile,
...
My name is Joshua Mason, i live in a little village in England called sherburn in elmet. I love England and imbrace what is left of the English culture. I'm not just interested in poetry, my first passion is music. I currently write and play in and around the city of York.)
This Place
This place rips me apart,
i need a pace to settle my heart.
This place rote the soul,
this place takes its toll.
Critised by everyone,
the peer pressure ways a ton.
This place has nothing for me,
ask my soul it would agree.
I feel trapped in hell
unable to rebel.
Tost a side for the same old ride.
This place rips me apart,
where's the special place were i can settle my heart.