Top Voted Ballads

Words flow of out of the bosom like the beat of the drum within it Words flow out of the mind, from the grey within it Words flow out, and yet they are hollow For the life behind them does not follow For the bosom that ebbs it out is drab... (more »)

In a land very far away, and 567 years ago, A donkey named Wilson was the color of snow. Wilson worked at Wintergreen Lake, Being a life guard and drinking a vanilla shake. Wilson was a very strange lad, Always behaving, never being bad.... (more »)

I love your voice, your soft brown hair. I love your eyes and love your stare. I love your laugh, your cocky smirk, your stupid jokes. You precious jerk, you know I do. I want my hands all through your hair each treasured strand.... (more »)

The moon falls for the sun And begets beautiful stars With absent skies of trust And celestial scars Skin scorched to porcelain Let’s see what the dark beholds As patience dies to wear thin And your embrace awaits cold Part the... (more »)

I walked to heaven’s gate today among the skies so blue with angels lurking here and there waiting for someone new I looked around for other souls but the sky was empty so i made my way to heaven’s gate following the angels’ glow... (more »)

They say after heartbreak, a haircut A clean slate for every mistake But now I’ve no hair left for cutting And even less heart left to break (more »)

The dream isn’t dead Though I’ve seen it take flight It spread its great wings And disappeared into night I watched it go, bidding good-bye But I would see it again I know I would try Such fantastic illusion, an amazing sight... (more »)

Is a body unconscious a person still? No mind is present to govern its deeds. Does a body have dreams, or a fate to fulfill? No way to feel it when it bleeds. Can I be a human, too? Maybe I’m not even real. But I am flesh, through and... (more »)

Why don’t the blades of grass Curl away from the flame How dare the sun Not hide its head in shame Why does that tree Stand so tall Why don’t the stars Click off and fall Your being is twisted Your body is burned Life is ending But... (more »)

His soft blue eyes seem almost out of place In contrast to his rough composure He takes a puff from far away But never will he come any closer He walks as if he’s on top of the world His body shifts from left to right On the outside he... (more »)