You Don't Know...

[Billy]

Give me time, give me time
I scream and I shout, oh why?
Thoughts reaching out hard
Like a big tornado of doubt
Wars deep within myself
My pride I want to stamp out
Giveth the power of love
Something I wonder about

You don't know, who I am
To be honest nor do I know
But the emotion and pain
I've been through in time
Distraught with no satisfaction
Simple need for that justification

Whip off of this mask, my eyes adjust
The beat of my heart in lustful yearning
Beginning again I'm here and learning
How to stand tall with full of pride
Getting stronger with each new day
Give me time, Give me time

For if you know, you simply... know...

 

[URum]

An excellent one Billy, if I may, here is something I had written on similar lines. .

All thoughts so nebulous and useless
Full of animation over frozen ambition,
Pall of yours pale of his own verse
Pass on the days with rosy gaze.

Highly noble concept of yours regarding him
Now conflicts in his heart of his real worth.
How narrow the mind of man is!
And how vast the world of knowledge is!

Who else can check the crescendo of this narrow world,
When his mind’s been beaten up upside down;
Against his interest, his happiness, his dream;
Is it you or the Lord to give him respite?

No, no, nothing can be said about that now.
Is it against his nature to have chosen the field of letters?
Perhaps the Time is out of tune with his noble ambition.
Noble but no cold ambition will blow hot when the time comes.

Then the unprecedented thoughts of his heart,
A colourful miracle of rare choice,
In animation make his ambition shine wise;
And that time is not far off.

Hope you like it my friend