The first one

Once again in the chilling time of night,another passanger shall 
walk by
Filled with vengenance he will free a cry
Because he feels so old and dry
But the sweet darkness rill embrace him gladly
For it knows he cannot behave badly
He cannot even harm a fly
For his heart is like a dandeli
And as he looks up to the sky
He wishes he could say goodbye
To this gastly world he's in
Because he knows that it can't be fin He knows his fate is so rare to men
To write what down what he thinks with a wooden pen
And bring joy to those in pain
But he will not let them die in vain