Hundreds of battles until now
A broken and cracked sword
Fought, protected with all its might
Slaying enemies left and right

Is it time for a new one?
It’s just a tool, used to ****
Why would it matter, replaced?
Broken is a word sided with distaste

A blade now dull, sharpness gone
A hilt now scrap and crack
A warrior needing to move on
A need for a weapon on his back

He goes in search of new
What he finds is not his
Only the sword now broken
Is of his character, his token

Desperate he goes back
To the sword that broke
He knows it can be repaired
Their journey, not done being shared

A new blade sharp, steady
A hilt new but familiar
A duo back in the fight already
A sky lining now silver

Lights on well past midnight
Yet the library continues its work
Odd yet normal of a sight
To see the girl reading with a smirk
She acts like she knows life’s records
A meaning hidden in the words

More time passes, she keeps skimming
Soaking in all the mysteries to be had
Lives and knowledge all brimming
No matter if it was happy or sad
The higher meaning she heads towards
A meaning hidden in the words

Using one life to live multiple others
She can’t stop flipping the pages
All the feelings and stories hers
Seeing life’s multiple stages
Not as simple as three thirds
A meaning hidden in the words

The book is closed and put back
A smile of satisfaction on her face
As much as she knows she lacks
But that’s ok for she has grace
Knowing all the she wants undeterred
The meaning hidden in the words

Down the river the canoe floats
Under a clear sun and cool breeze
All the details the girl notes
Drawing the scene before her with ease
The fish swim under below
Let our journey follow the flow

Down the river approaches
A fork, a decision, a choice
The fear of it encroaches
But the driver hears a voice
“It doesn’t matter left or right we go”
Let our journey follow the flow

The fork comes faster and closer
Driver scared, can’t continue calm
A decision made now or never
Yet the artist continued to draw a palm
Don’t be filled with fear and woe
Let our journey follow the flow

And so they went left
The current pushing them this way
Poor driver still feeling stressed
The artist stood up, admired the day
For her art was done, quite the show
Let our journey follow the flow

A young girl falls and trips
Wounded but alive she continues
Couldn’t care less about life’s flips
Choosing a path, she follows
Animals hurrying to scatter
She says “Life does matter”

Up the mountain she goes
Strong and clear headed in every step
Smiling as the beauty around grows
She looks at the dew on the cob web
Everything connected, organized in manner
She says “Life does matter”

Close to the top she looks and sees
A world of beauty and hope untainted
Nature with its life and its trees
All together in one big portrait painted
The last couple steps like a ladder
She says “Life does matter”

Up above the clouds on high
Stands a girl victorious and complete
But already saying her goodbye
To the world up above the concrete
There was still more to do after
She says “Life does matter”

Heard was the “Iceberg dead ahead!”
The titanic continued to keep its course
The captain feeling heavy as lead
Already feeling the weight of remorse
The impact reflecting their woe
The iceberg has so much more below

They began to sink to the bottom
The ship filling and breaking
Falling like the leaves of autumn
Those trapped start peeking
Under the iceberg lies a show
The iceberg has so much more below

Light begins to dance in the ice
Moon shining through the night
Little stars dancing like mice
More to be seen than at first sight
Entirely different view down low
The iceberg has so much more below

If only they could stay forever
Watching the beauty that lies there
As they fell down even deeper
Their lives complete, void of care
Because of the true sight and glow
Of an iceberg that has so much more below

I hear something’s wrong
Whispered into my ears
Like a malevolent song
My heart caught by its lures
All around I see trees
Down go falling leaves

I hop from the ground
Wind whistling through
But I am caught by the sound
Of the darkness’ coup
Pain and disease
Down go falling leaves

Where does this lead?
A path not taken by most
But one I must heed
If I want to run from this ghost
The voice cuts and cleaves
Down go falling leaves

I arrive to see light
A clearing so clean
It can cleanse this blight
The darkness not seen
It's time for new beliefs
Down go falling leaves

A new song begins
One of clarity and calm
I hope for the sins
To be healed and gone
Music that weaves
Down go falling leaves

The notes start play
No longer sad and corrupt
I see a new day
A song saying Wake Up
My broken soul it relieves
Down go the falling leaves

Together they march
Towards a battle of theirs
Some ready and strong
Others feeling like it's wrong

Here comes the enemy
Swords out, bows drawn
The clash begins, metal rings
Now death the angel sings

What started the fighting?
Is it our fault or theirs?
Why spill brother’s blood
And then lay sisters in the mud

A sword in the ground
A mother’s love now sorrow
An arrow through the head
A father’s pride let go

We fight and **** without cause
Playing as God’s executioner
****** not justified
Life and love denied

We’re all the same
Born to live and prosper
It’s all a fight for survival
A **** deadman’s carnival

It’s for the entertainment
For ourselves and each other
To spill the blood of humans
And all for one’s amusement

A leader lamenting his defeat
A catastrophe begins to commence
A ruler grinning and laughing
A body unknown, life worthless