Songs I've Written

[Pharoah Monch]

Failure calls for courage
But I have killed the lion
The little one scared, the tiny one shaking

My faith's in a storage
Cause I tried moving to Paris
But the plane wouldn't take, off as I sketched it

Then try and brake me
And wake me
Until I can't pretend

My girl, she played a tourist
Her lungs were carved off iron
The left one inhaled, the right one just stared

An F Sharp flies then plummets
Because its friends are dying
The tuned one fails, the open scales

So try and brake me
And wake me
Until I can't pretend
Cause I've got nowhere to run to
And no legs to try and escape

 

[Pharoah Monch]

I've got two days
To try and brake
With my own hands
The house that Babe built
The house that Ruth built

Look at my face
Doesn't it says
And leaves a trace
So what if they come in here
What if they come in here

Cause trying dries my bones
It hurts my arms
I'm tired like a marathon
So I'll just, look from here

Yesterday
In the news they said
With no regret
The house that Ruth built
The house that Babe built
Ain't longer stands firm

I said
Now, what if they come here
What if they come here

It matters none 'cause I got smiles now
With novels to spare the playground
But I never did a thing by myself
It wasn't my hands here...

 

[Pharoah Monch]

She has a mind of a thousand thoughts
Some for the rebels that had no cause
But all of them soar, like eagles being hunted
While trying to feed her child

She had a part in a little play
It's been her dream to mesmerize the stage
But everything fails, like hands being cut off
While trying to wave hello

You never looked up to the sky before, did you?
You never thought that the day would come
When your eyes are amazed upon the bright of the throne
And its light brakes all of your bones

We need salvation
We need God to restore us all

I met a friend with a countless voice
Who knew of almost all that I've done
Still it feels alone, like having no home
While trying to stay warm

I need a pillow to rest my head on
And a baby that I could hold
I've never been so drawn
To the sky before

Now, have you seen the latest version of me?
I need God to restore me whole

 

[redjosh]

heya pharoah, who's your friend that knew almost all you've done? where's he/she now?
i like trying to write stuff like songs and poems and things but its so hard aye?! you've got a knack for it. got anymore?

 

[Instant Soulmate]

Hey, those are really good. I've written some stuff to. Even posted a couple here, but nobody replied. Oh well, I'll live. I like 'em lots! Great job. Keep going. God bless.

Ricky