The singer.

I have no idea what this song is about.

"The Singer:"

A vagabond sits on the grass,

Strumming her guitar.

She pens down all her sullen dreams,

Of sunny days and scars.

She sets aside her wayward thoughts,

And puts them into sound.

And a magic spell enthralls the world,

Spreading all around.

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

The music seems a piece of heaven,

Like the sun on a winter day.

The soothing essence of her spirit,

Washes tears away.

Her speech; it seems so crisp and clear,

But she hides a solemn frown.

Her image forms her silhouette,

And her voice, it shakes the ground.

She keeps thinking of her troubled past,

As the intensity seems to grow.

Everyone joins in, in a silent applause,

As the words continue to flow.

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

Her verses paint a picture to her rotten past;

She's still singing.

It serves a stark contrast to all the smiles and joy,

That she's bringing.

All around her, emotions and perceptions,

They ebb and flow.

She'll sit and sing forever, coz she' got no one to meet,

Nowhere to go...

"When trust is broken, 

Life becomes so hard to live.

It's not easy, Its not easy to forgive.

When faith is crumbled,

There's no one you can believe.

Its not easy, Its not easy to forgive."

...

Timefarer

After a long, long time, I've written a song, and been completely content with it.
Feels good to be proud of something you made. :)
Another (kinda)spontaneous composition...

"Timefarer"

He's the Timefarer,

And he's walking away.

As the hills turn to dust,

As the souls kneel to pray.

With tired eyes,

He's walked past joy and demise.

He's the Timefarer,

And he doesn't have a say.

Though he's seen the sun rise,

And kingdoms decay.

He walks alone.

With feelings written on stone.

He remembers every sight and sound.

Of celebrations, and of battlegrounds.

He walks past 'em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

He knows the balance of bad and good.

And you might think him, misunderstood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop...

 ...

He's the Timefarer,

And he's treading on the edge.

Keeping his solemn word,

Of an unspoken pledge.

To carry on;

Through circumstances come and gone.

He's the Timefarer,

And his knowledge is his prize.

He can see the scent of purity,

And pick out the truth among lies.

He travels forth,

To find out what our lives are worth.

He remembers everything he's seen.

Every nook and every corner he's been.

He walks past 'em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

And he knows that if he would,

We might have to pay in sweat and blood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop...

 ...

Ah, whatever. (Stop-start)

Wrote this song in 7 minutes tops, and I don't know what it's turned out to be.

Kind of a mismash of feelings, it flowed spontaneously out of the system, really.

Hope you enjoy it.

"Stop-start"

Stop dead, and I'm loose,

Treading as I snooze,

My destination is too far away.

Resting one last time,

The feeling's so sublime,

Like gelatin in my brain...

A sullen sensation,

Has been building up so long,

I get the feeling, I should yell.

I'm so sick and tired,

And I'm screaming half this song.

It's gonna find its way to hell...

This road's left me to rot,

On this infinity knot.

Where life's an iterating anecdote.

Fearing the unseen,

Chasing blurring dreams,

I'm not sure which one way, I should go...

I've been away right now,

For time frames just too long,

Got a lot to hear and a lot to tell.

Circumstances make me,

Whine out half this song.

It's gonna find it's way to hell...

Ideas in my head,

Burn in my eyes, instead;

Memories add fuel to the flames.

Heart's on overdrive,

But seem so calm outside,

Searching out a detour for blame.

Been swimming in quicksand,

And I'm floating along...

With a thousand notions, to dispel.

My soul's asphyxating;

I'm panting through the song.

It's time to wake up and rebel...

Gonna stop whining now,

'Bout what has done me wrong.

Though its ringing in my head, like a bell.

I think about my road ahead,

And I forget half the song.

It's gonna find its way to hell...

(to hell)

that's me in khajjiar. :)