I saw her beauty by the pool
As wind caressed her cheek

The frawns of a willow tree
Shrouded her mystery

She listened quite intently
To the weeping of the tree

It was almost like it spoke to her
Through softly rustling leaves

Such beauty lay beside the pool
With evening in her hair

I wish i'd known how sad she was
to pass with the autumn air

Now she only lives in dreams
*And will always be there

The end came gently
i must go out
The fog
*the fog is rising

There will be dreams
There will come pain
There will be love
There will come sadness


Yet there will be wonder
As great as anything
There will be tears
And there will come rain
But thats only to wash them away


There will be hope
There will come mourning
There will be joy
There will come loss


There may be redemption
As long as we don't stop
There will be life

~                                              Preaching hate
        The audacity
                                   To say
                              in gods name
                                                          T­hat yours
    is the only truth
                                That way
                             *Lies madness

Pick up
To stick up
And sit down
*To stone

I feel it
               All of it
                             Everything
   All at once
                                                 Pain and hatred
                         Love and beauty
        War and death
                                                          Peace and prosperity
            It all fills me
                                     Sometimes
                    Its to much
                                                        And i feel
      My mind
                                        Begin to
             Tare at the seams
                                              And the tears
                                                           Roll down my face
         I have to recede
                               From myself
                                                      In hopes
                                    Of keeping
                               my sanity whole

~                     *         In our hearts there is a lacking
                                       We made these boxes meant for stacking
To build our pyramids right to the top
                                 In hope to fill the hole
                                             But in truth we've no control
       In this stream of life were ascending
                         And we are all just pretending
                              To look full and whole to the rest of the world
       But maybe its just a tax
                         To these lives that where attached
         So that hole will be full
                                      once we've gone
                             Yet still I'm wrapped inside this coil
      That with it brings turmoil
               Though i am still young
                      I feel my soul is old and done
     So with what time i have left
                                              I will sit and take deep breaths
                             And listen gently to the falling rain