All men's fall begin's at home,
Where room's lie cold, all alone,
Within these room's,
Empty and void,
Where lie their feeling's; emotion's toyed,
Beneath their feet lies shattered glass,
Fragments of memories long since past,
Of haunting fear's of smouldering ash,
Of there passion and light that did not last,
Cold wind's blow through the windowed room's,
Which harden all the liquid gloom.

Through the room's, far away,
A glimmer of hope shine's through dismay,
A gland of a better day,
So through the field of glass men tread,
Feeling's bare and oh so red,
A tiresome journey they all do dread,
But a task that must be done.

Men reach out and begin to run,
Light draws in, closer and closer,
Then does fade for a while,
Till men rethink for several mile's,
Of journey once done in future and past,
Blink's to find memories which do last,
Of friend's within those empty room's,
Which once was filled with but gloom,
For mankind will fall, forever alone,
Till a hidden hand pull's them through,
Because together, we strive true,
Through their own journey,
To raise another,
For them to rise and see each other,
In age's past and future's sight,
The cycle begin's to rewrite,
As tale's past from one to another,
A family tie, begins another.

Broken fields of faultless dreams,
Filled with chaos and taring screams,
Sinister laughs with bellow cries,
A shattered idea can haunt lifetimes,
For what is dreamt can be turn't,
Twisted into nightmare; A curse,
For if it fall's unfulfilled,
A dream can cast a flurry of nil's,
Of broken regret, path's and live's,
Of what could have been and what has died.

Yet of those dream's that shatter like glass,
New idea's spring from the past,
A brighter light from your bulb,
Define's a new dream that you'll behold,
For yet a broken thing doe's indeed hurt,
Wound's do heal, though not disappear,
We build on idea's to make life clear,
So hold your heart through the cloud,
And live life proud and aloud,
For the start that you will find,
Will help another with their lifeline,
For dream's give hope of better new's,
Step up your glass and think of you,
For you, the star in your own story,
Dream of life and your found glory.

Falling in the ocean,
Like drowning in emotion,
A chaos just trying to break your dam.

A torrent of feelings,
Begin to just start streaming,
A flood which flows through your life.

Sailing down the river,
Covered in past shivers,
A broken you, you will find,

You'll see it made you stronger,
Even if it still does haunts ya,
The past of which you live through,

For this Ocean that we live in,
Is breathable within,
The torrent's you created till now.