The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the stealthy lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.

The beast to the beast is calling,
They rush through the twilight sweet,
But the soul is a wary hunter,
He will not let them meet.

Last year I ****** it all up, and I injected our shared dreams with sickness,
but I promise if you stay for a minute, you'll realize now I'm different.
See, I'm like your new pair of jeans: No ripped seams or lingering stiffness.
New Jeans, New Year, New Me, I promise.
I'm baring my soul, bear with me and bear witness.
This year's resolution isn't life choices or fitness.
Last year, I ****** it all up. This year, I'm going to fix this.

Stay by my side for just a while longer;
say you'll offer me your forgiveness.
Give me a chance to earn back your trust... to be better... stronger.
Give us another try. That's all I want this Christmas.

In my sleep they murdered me
Burning flags of liberty
Flaming crosses
Soil destroyed
No testaments left
That is how
The truth is avoided
That is how
Reason is voided

Compassion is a
Smile
An open ear
No judgment

Compassion
Is a hug
Warm
And accepting

Compassion
Is a tissue
For the tearful
And my last dollar bill
To a stranger

Compassion
Is a thousand fold paths
Of daily acts
Of kindness

Spirit walker what can you tell
standing amidst us silent and still
weaving our souls into a tapestry so rich
each silken thread a story to tell
you catch our tears in your soft white hands
watching us weep in a fervent prayer
so many voices inside your head
screaming out from the bones of the dead
take me with you oh spirit walker
for I am prepared for the journey ahead