Time...

Apparently I have found something from a long time ago that I wrote and its not more then a couple of lines.
I am almost sure I have quoted it from somewhere but yet I didn't find any matching reference while searching by Google.

"There is always time to die,
yet not always there is time to live"

Just a something small.

This is just a small line I came to realize as I move onward in my life.

"Every day we live,
Kills another part of that, which was our paradise"

From the lyrics of Blind Guardian - Skalds and Shadows

"Do not fear for my reason
There's nothing to hide
How bitter your treason
How bitter the lie
Remember the runes and remember the light
All I ever want is to be at your side
We gladden the raven now I will
Run through the blazing fires
That's my choice
Cause things shall proceed as foreseen"

For a special person from my past

The silent watcher

Doomed to watch the life of others,

never noticing the passing of my own.

Doomed to keep the secret thoughts of all those others,

yet to never share my own.

Doomed,

to ever be alone.

Taken from the unpublished poems.

You my love has always guarded me,

been my protector.

Always there, to fight my demons,

always there to be my shield.

I have let you in, I have let you stay.

But who will now protect me?

Now that you my love...

Are that demon...

We, who no longer hold the light...

We that no longer hold the light,
Lost, to wonder the face of this barren earth.
Lost...
Wondering about the meaning of this life.

Our one time glory gone to dust,
Nothing more then a lost memory in the back our our mind.
Our light once dwindling, now no more.

Moving through the endless crowd of people,
touching their souls with our now pale cold hands,
and the river keeps flowing on, never ending.
And us they see no longer, for we are those that hold the light no longer.

And as the river flows,
we are forgotten in its currents.
Forgotten in the very threads of time.

Forgotten...
But maybe now, now that we are forgotten, we are free.

A small something from the lyrics of Iron Maiden

"From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm traveling on, far and wide,
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.

I close my eyes, and think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day."

Simply brilliant is what I would call those lines.