Alpha Centauri's Songwriting Journal
 

The good times ahead.
The true too last.
waiting ahead....over time.
gotta see gotta go where noone else ever gone before.
The dark days ahead, shall seek upon the dead.
The last time i saw my own shadow, was when it was all over.
Now i hear, all the things ahead of me.
I feel to quit, but they all shout for my plea(torturing me).

Seeking approval.
never seems to last(for all ahead, for all ahead).
Light breaks away, time starts to fade.
Now is the time......to escape my disasterous fate now.
Shadows break out, seeking my plea.
But i keep ahead of time, keep ahead of me.
All i see, all i hear....was the awakening(the awakening).

Time keeps with me, thats all i see.
Trying to escape with little fate, but with a simple lie to hold for me.
Searching on through the darkness that clouds my dreams.
Then it comes at me, looking towards my death.
Reaching, wrapping, grasping my little wait.
for all is now, I have lost all faith.

:clap:
of course you all won't be singing it the same way i am so you may all get a wrong impression.

~Alpha

The humble crow
 

The dancen and prancen that I saw there.
Darkness gloomed on that old crows hair.
She glared at me with a one eyes stare.
All I knew was she didn't care.
Wings as big with two of a pair.
As I saw the darkness a flare.
Shadows whimmed across with a sudden terror.

Them souls of those children grew silent quick.
One by one with a single pick.
Everyone becomen real mighty sick.
A talon stretching with the sound of a crick.
The other soon quick to mimic.

Death came to all and all was horrendous.
But the other parents were mighty generous.
Looking to keep their own okay.
It was just anotha ordinary day.
Till the moment when she came fast.
To me, she finally came at last.
With her foot reaching out waiting for the meal.
I made quick to seal.

Laughter broke out, but not from me.
Not from the others as I could see.
It was she, the laughter of feast.
Cause all the others had been decease.
Silence was quick to come.
As it had been to some.
Only they weren't her last meal.
So you don't know how it was to feel.

I like the piece in general.

I just feel like it doesn't flow, with the varying rhyming sequence and rhythm.