Sunday, June 5, 2011

Bernal Heights by Jhameel





i never really felt the weight of family on my back
i just carry myself because there is nothing i have
if there were ever moments when i felt the rhythm of life
it was as fleeting as i plus i never look back

when i was younger oh my appetite for power was large
and i would take what i need because i always took charge
and now i see the people struggle from the top where i stand
and i get all that i need but there is nothing i have

i left my home my love and friends
now pride and loneliness remain
the tower i built is meaningless
i yearn for touch and happiness


the night is everything and nothing in the city of fog
i feel the cool of the breeze i feel the coming of dawn
but there is comfort in the silence of the heights of bernal
it isn't ever enough to cure the loneliest hearts

and when the rising of the sun wakes edges of clouds
i see the shadows of towers i see the pain of the dark
and for a moment i could understand the joy of the light
but such a thought is naive so then i come back to life

i left my home my love and friends
now pride and loneliness remain
the tower i built is meaningless
i yearn for touch and happiness

i carve my path in stone
my pride is all i need
my demons stay inside me
my rage my lust my greed