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In a world of constant change, Ideas hard to arrange, One struggles to find a place And run in an endless race. The pace keeps speeding up, Breaking this cracking cup Frailed by ages of doubt, Ever filling, never draining out. They say it’s so easy When in truth you feel uneasy By all the constant lies Which hide the impending demise. We forgot the old ways, Once lighting our darkest days, Now we’re in a bitter war Crushing beliefs to their core. Peace, honor, order, virtue, Now removed from the menu, Replaced by anger and hate And mixed on a heavy plate. Thus we are forced to swallow A dish so bland and hollow Which our min

Dragons, teachers of virtue of peace, Will this hate in us ever cease? We're blind to truth, deaf to repose, Our downfall now seems so close. Once you taught us how to listen The pure sound in every whisper. Faint and distant as they may seem, They were real and not a dream. The subtle voices of every life Are now silenced by our knives. Tell us where did we go wrong In a world we once belonged? Dragons, keepers of great secrets And deep wisdom with no limits, Help us find the hidden road So we can drop this heavy load. Our burden is now massive, The sour taste so addictive. Where can we make a new start Before the world falls apart? Dra

Have you ever dreamed of flying Free in the blue sky up high? To feel the cold wind blowing In your face and in your eyes? We all had that dream in our lives And imagined the feeling Of waiting to see the sunrise And bathe in the rays so healing. But have you dreamed of flying On the back of a dragon? To feel their body gliding As you pass over mountains? It’s difficult to depict, But I’ll try in these verses To describe something perfect, Unlike any heard stories. With unique skills and great ease The dragon slowly takes off Taming the winds to a breeze With no risk of you falling off. The ground gets smaller and smaller As

Long ago we’ve witnessed your birth And guided you on your first steps For a long time we’ve shared this earth From tall mountains to the vast steppes. You were small and, oh, so frail, Afraid of the vast world ahead At first it seemed that you will fail, Naked in the cold and unfed. But we saw something inside you, Courage and a will to move on; We looked closely and we knew: With us you can see a new dawn. We took you under our close care, Gave you shelter and kept you warm, We could see how you were scared, Afraid to go and face the storm. With awe and wonder you looked at us As we were part of your daily lives In you we

Dragons strong, loving and wise, Come down and hear our cries, Dragons noble, brave and true, Help us make the world brand new. Dragons, wherever you’re gone, Come back, paint a new dawn, Dragons, scattered far and wide, We are lost and need a guide. Dragons, devoid of hate and fear, Come close and wipe our tears, Dragons, caring and gentle souls, Mend our hearts filled with holes. Dragons, symbols of grace and charm, Keep our world safe from harm, Dragons, watchful guardians of life, Take from us our guns and knives. Dragons, keepers of the balance, Help us fight our grievance, Dragons, teachers of ancient magic, Break the chaos, m

Givers of love and safety, Bringers of peace and beauty, Watching us since dawn of time And helping us in our climb. Eyes bright as the clear sun, Beauty, grace equaled by none, Sharing their immense wisdom To those longing for freedom. Touch soothing as a soft silk, Voice sweet as honey with milk, Showing us the right way To go through life day by day. Bodies warm as a bright flame, A devotion with no name, Healing our wounds and pains By breaking loose our chains. Wings as strong as their will, Riding the sky with great skill, Taking us to lands far and wide As the winds grace their glide. Scales painted in pure colors, Smoother than a

Can you hear it? The sound of flapping wings up high; Can you hear it? A growl echoing in the sky. You’ve heard about them in stories ‘Bout castles, heroes and fairies, Their great wisdom’s legendary, Epic deeds write their glory, It’s an honor to be their friend And have them close till the end, It’s a privilege to earn their trust, So don’t let it turn to dust. Can you see it? A silhouette coming to you; Can you see it? A sight clear like morning dew. Come closer and don’t be afraid, Don’t stay there in the shade, You have no reason to fear them When they’re gentle as a poem; TheyR

One head, two hands, two feet, two ears, One heart, one brain, one mind, I walk, I breathe, I’ve doubts and fears, I am one of your kind. Yet I feel like I don’t belong In the grand scheme of things; I want to know where I belong So I can spread my wings. I try to make my own voice heard But it reaches deaf ears, I dream to live free as a bird But I’m drowning in tears. I want to be warm and loving, Humble, open, modest, Traits so rare among the living; It’s hard to be honest. I know I'm not perfect, I don’t pretend to be; Why do I feel like a convict In this world around me? People had become so selfish In

This is a story so painful to hear From a time of endless terror and fear, When a night at home could be the last And the final sound could be a loud blast. The shadow of death spreading far and wide, Countless souls forced into a last train ride, Shedding tears, spilling blood, this was the plan To quench the thirst for power of one man. With one hand he was waving at the crowd, Hearing his metallic name called out loud, Under his mustache he gave a cold smile While planning in his mind an act so vile. The shepherd began to kill his own herd, His sheep could be slain with a single word, They were helpless under this bloody tide And no ear

Giants made of concrete and metal, Horns, engines, noise, a screeching choral, These you find in an urban jungle, Where its thick vines can kill and strangle. Smoke and dust are filling the landscape, Once you enter it you can't escape, For me, apartments are like prison, In which I'm slowly being eaten. People turn back and have no concern, Telling me I should be more modern. There is no place here for my spirit, Here, where destruction has no limit. But there's a place where my heart belongs, With peace and comfort that my soul longs, It's the only place I can call home, And it shelters me like a safe dome. Fields filled with grass and