Hakuna Matata

MichaelsLyric.com presents…..

“Hakuna Matata

A child of love that’s unconditional,
give me your heart, and have my soul as yours.
Let go of fear, as all reality is fictional,
and all created for the sake of choice.

 

You see, I’ve chosen you to be my biggest dream.
Please love yourself, as you are everything I am.
Don’t yell for me, I do not have a name to scream.
But one thing is for sure, for us, I have a plan.

 

Don’t look for glory in your quests,
and help someone when no one’s watching.
Amazing things aren’t hiding in the treasure chests.
The miracle is you, don’t trade that in, for nothing.

 

I gave you life, as infinite as ever.
My love, you’re one of my most precious stories.
I run through you and fuel your each endeavor.
Take a deep breath, and hear me whisper magic words… no worries.”

Michaels Lyric^®

Advertisement

Work in progress 4.5.2017

MichaelsLyric.com presents…..

“A child of love that’s unconditional,
give me your heart, and have my soul as yours.
Let go of fear, as all reality is fictional,
and all created for the sake of choice.

You see, I’ve chosen you to be my biggest dream.
Please love yourself, as you are everything I am.
Don’t yell for me, I do not have a name to scream.
But one thing is for sure, for us, I have a plan.”

@Michaels Lyric^®

City In The Dust On My Window

MichaelsLyric.com presents…..

“City In The Dust On My Window

I claim the moments that are bright and drop the darker ones with tears.
Through blurry flash, invisible my light and doesn’t cast a shadow of the worldly fears.
With contrast thrills and contract deals, this city dreams in nightmares and ordeals.
Light bunnies tremble on the windowsills, as sun peeks through the dusty windows.
On rusty hinges, this lifetime opens up to no condition love that I try to recall.
Somebody grab a chalk and write “I heart” on brick and mortar, urban wall
So when all rates and ratings plummet to their fall, I’ll know the true of human kind.
Unbind me from the shackles of the local, traffic grind, remind me that I’m still a spirit.
The local time does not rewind, because this mind is focused in it.
Am I still with it, or am I distancing myself from cellular survival?
This I, it marks another soul arrival, sometimes so lost amongst the concrete monoliths.
My melancholy covers streets, as mist of bittersweet forgiveness.
It’s often said, “just business,” but I’m not here to judge.  I’m only here to witness.
Survival systems, to keep myself from being predator, I gave myself this illness.
To some, my love may seem as weakness, but it’s because of it, they still exist.
It’s unconditional as all existence, unending love, it elevates me to persist.”

Michaels Lyric^®