A dream that was imprinted on his brain. He was in a field of wild flowers
and someone was there. They made it peaceful....when all of a sudden, it
would be gone, and he'd feel lost and alone with a crushing headache....but
then he'd feel the presence again and feel....safe.
And you,
Bring me to my knees, again.
All the times, when I would beg you please, again.
All the times, and I felt insecure, for you.
And I leave, my burdens out the door.
But I'm on the outside, I'm looking in,
I can see through you, see your true colours,
Cos inside your ugly, ugly like me,
I can see through you, through to the real you.
All the times, that I felt like this won't end, it's for you.
And I taste, what I felt could never have, it's for you.
All the times, that I've cried, my intentions, were full of pride.
But I waste, more time than anyone.
But I'm on the outside, I'm looking in,
I can see through you, see your true colours,
Cos inside your ugly, ugly like me,
I can see through you, through to the real you.
All the times, that I've cried,
Always wasting, some inside,
And I feel, all this pain,
Stuffed it down, its back again,
And I lie, here in bed,
All alone, I can't mend
But I feel, tomorrow will be ok.
But I'm on the outside, I'm looking in,
I can see through you, see your true colours,
Cos inside your ugly, ugly like me,
I can see through you, through to the real you.
Max woke suddenly, twisting his back so it gave a loud click. He rubbed his head, confused, then remembered. Furious, he stood up, and strode towards one of the palace gates. It was now morning and a group of people were stood outside the gate. It would be pointless trying to get through now, even if he WAS royalty. So he sat down near a glass shop. He looked around, and watched a girl sat near him. She was drawing symbols into the parched earth. He didn't recognise the scripture, so they must be of the poorest - trailer trash.
She must have sensed someone watching her, as she suddenly lifted her head, and looked him directly in the eye. He momentarily forgot to breathe as dark brown liquid pools, also known as eyes, stared at him enquiringly. Her directness startled him, and he looked anywhere but her eyes - her lips, cheeks and the dark cascade of hair that shone from the suns morning glare.
"Hi"
His glance shot back to her eyes.
"D'you want to play? Mia says I can play on mornings because I get hurt when I go near the gates" she pointed towards the palace "royalie`s live there, did you know that".
She accidentally snapped the stick that was her drawing tool, and Max's heart broke at the look on her face as she realised it was now of no use.
Max found another stick and passed it over to her slowly, as if fearing she might bolt at any moment. She took it and smiled, and went back to work, humming, while Max frowned, deep in thought. He couldn't figure it out. She looked at least 16, but sounded about 5.
"Hey, what's your name?" he leaned forward to catch her attention, but didn't expect the rough shove from behind.
A blonde haired girl pushed past him, and looked at him with barely disguised anger.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing? Leave her alone you, you, you pervert. Get outta here." She turned to the girl "Come on Lizzy, we have nothing today."
"But I'm hungry"
"Yeah...me too Lizzy, but I guess the royals don't have spare today"
The blonde hugged "Lizzy" close to her and started walking away. "I guess the royals don't have spare today" reverberated round his head. No spare food? They had enough food for two worlds. Max felt sick with disgust as he had never thought about the poor. He sat up in his room, thinking about how bored he was, while some people, like the girl were starving, and probably hadn't ate for days. How he shoved food around his plate at dinners, and claimed he wasn't in the mood for fish..he wanted something else instead. He stood up, and grabbed a nearby passer.
"What does that mean?" he pointed to the symbols on the floor, so carefully drawn out.
The old man got down on his knees and frowned.
"Well, haven't seen that in awhile."
"What, what it is? What does it say?"
The man pointed as he spoke, "That which we cannot have we need, that which we have we have not enough. What are we to do when the floods come and take, and the fires burn in our wake. Oh lord what are we to do." Max frowned uncertainly.
"It was an old prayer, from the old King Rhode's time I should think".
Max's heart clenched in pain at the mention of his dearly loved and missed grandfather. He didn't recognise the prayer, and thanked the man.
As Max sat down again, he frowned. How the hell did that girl know of an old prayer with words like that?
And you,
Bring me to my knees, again.
All the times, when I would beg you please, again.
All the times, and I felt insecure, for you.
And I leave, my burdens out the door.
But I'm on the outside, I'm looking in,
I can see through you, see your true colours,
Cos inside your ugly, ugly like me,
I can see through you, through to the real you.
All the times, that I felt like this won't end, it's for you.
And I taste, what I felt could never have, it's for you.
All the times, that I've cried, my intentions, were full of pride.
But I waste, more time than anyone.
But I'm on the outside, I'm looking in,
I can see through you, see your true colours,
Cos inside your ugly, ugly like me,
I can see through you, through to the real you.
All the times, that I've cried,
Always wasting, some inside,
And I feel, all this pain,
Stuffed it down, its back again,
And I lie, here in bed,
All alone, I can't mend
But I feel, tomorrow will be ok.
But I'm on the outside, I'm looking in,
I can see through you, see your true colours,
Cos inside your ugly, ugly like me,
I can see through you, through to the real you.
Max woke suddenly, twisting his back so it gave a loud click. He rubbed his head, confused, then remembered. Furious, he stood up, and strode towards one of the palace gates. It was now morning and a group of people were stood outside the gate. It would be pointless trying to get through now, even if he WAS royalty. So he sat down near a glass shop. He looked around, and watched a girl sat near him. She was drawing symbols into the parched earth. He didn't recognise the scripture, so they must be of the poorest - trailer trash.
She must have sensed someone watching her, as she suddenly lifted her head, and looked him directly in the eye. He momentarily forgot to breathe as dark brown liquid pools, also known as eyes, stared at him enquiringly. Her directness startled him, and he looked anywhere but her eyes - her lips, cheeks and the dark cascade of hair that shone from the suns morning glare.
"Hi"
His glance shot back to her eyes.
"D'you want to play? Mia says I can play on mornings because I get hurt when I go near the gates" she pointed towards the palace "royalie`s live there, did you know that".
She accidentally snapped the stick that was her drawing tool, and Max's heart broke at the look on her face as she realised it was now of no use.
Max found another stick and passed it over to her slowly, as if fearing she might bolt at any moment. She took it and smiled, and went back to work, humming, while Max frowned, deep in thought. He couldn't figure it out. She looked at least 16, but sounded about 5.
"Hey, what's your name?" he leaned forward to catch her attention, but didn't expect the rough shove from behind.
A blonde haired girl pushed past him, and looked at him with barely disguised anger.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing? Leave her alone you, you, you pervert. Get outta here." She turned to the girl "Come on Lizzy, we have nothing today."
"But I'm hungry"
"Yeah...me too Lizzy, but I guess the royals don't have spare today"
The blonde hugged "Lizzy" close to her and started walking away. "I guess the royals don't have spare today" reverberated round his head. No spare food? They had enough food for two worlds. Max felt sick with disgust as he had never thought about the poor. He sat up in his room, thinking about how bored he was, while some people, like the girl were starving, and probably hadn't ate for days. How he shoved food around his plate at dinners, and claimed he wasn't in the mood for fish..he wanted something else instead. He stood up, and grabbed a nearby passer.
"What does that mean?" he pointed to the symbols on the floor, so carefully drawn out.
The old man got down on his knees and frowned.
"Well, haven't seen that in awhile."
"What, what it is? What does it say?"
The man pointed as he spoke, "That which we cannot have we need, that which we have we have not enough. What are we to do when the floods come and take, and the fires burn in our wake. Oh lord what are we to do." Max frowned uncertainly.
"It was an old prayer, from the old King Rhode's time I should think".
Max's heart clenched in pain at the mention of his dearly loved and missed grandfather. He didn't recognise the prayer, and thanked the man.
As Max sat down again, he frowned. How the hell did that girl know of an old prayer with words like that?
