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Mark Hopwood Poems
I Walk Alone
When I feel like talking No one will listen When I feel like crying No one will be there
A happy you Is a happy me Without you I'm nothing With you its WE
As my mind lies in the brightness of the night And the lies cast shadows onto the truth The morning sun shines through the darkness of the light Along my lonely journey of life
Faceless and Faithless
We are the faceless few the surgeon's removed all signs of life Now they brainwash and hypnotise us With a flick of the shiny knife.
Walk Your Own Path
Deep in the heart of the valley of life Thats where you'll find the dreams you misplaced Trapped between rocks but not beyond reach Sparkling with future, waiting to be chased,
Put your soul in the hands of the music, man You may think you can't be saved, But you can So let the movement shake your soul Come on, Come on now take control
Mirror Mirror Behind my wall Who will catch me when I fall? There will be no one to lend me a hand I'll be Grey, Black and Blue when I land.
If Only I Could Tell You
If only you knew What scratches behind my eyes If only you could see Why I can't hold this disguise, these lies.
Time is for dying Never for living Time is for taking Never forgiving
When the day is dead and time is long I do a cup of tea to help me along I like drinking tea, i think its really good There's nothin' wrong with it, i think everyone should...
If looks could kill I'd die every time I seen my reflection Maybe once I never felt like this But I have no recollection
For You Are My Kisses
Kisses for you Only kisses for you I do Each kiss filled with a love so true Endless kisses only for you.
Little Drops of Electric
Casting my mind out to sea It's like looking for a positive thought In an ocean of Negativity, The waves, Crashing into the stormy sky
Nothing Ever Changes
I guess it's time to go to bed, I said The only one there was me, So I had to agree Then I closed my eyes and stared into the darkness The darkness of the past, present and future,
Comments about Mark Hopwood
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I Walk Alone
When I feel like talking
No one will listen
When I feel like crying
No one will be there
When I feel like walking
I will walk alone
When I feel like dying
Is everyday of my life.
I'm a good actor
Sometimes I can fool myself into believing I'm happy
And as I wipe the words away from my mouth
And throw the burning rag to the floor
Holding the air tightly in my hands
I can sense a battle coming
As the dark black cloud surrounds me again
And the screaming hordes eat into my brain.
How can the sky be the limit
I can't even get my feet off ...