hope

if fear could left in a box
and love given an open sky
if faith took over the world
the heart perhaps will not be shy

but such is not the state of things
it is all in a disarray 
advantage is all that is sought
and chicanery is the order of the day

how could trust then be bestowed
upon you who have broken mine
how is to be faith restored
oh, how black is the heart of thine

star

Crisp white shirt and you think you are a star
You think that you’ve made it
The change in your pocket now don’t weigh you down
But your wallet has you falling on the floor.
Throwing back drinks, girls all around
Not caring with who, you’re night is going to end

And you’ve all but forgotten those windy threadbare days
All the dreams and promises that we made 
Standing outside glitzy shop windows
We were going to make it big together 
Weren’t we? 

All the dreams have burned out in your drunken haze
All the promises forgotten in laughs with your friends
And I am the guilt that nags you the next morning
Just a part of your hangover.