When happiness is denied, anger is supplied
When justice is forsaken, the lawful will awaken
When truth is despised, the shunned will rise
When life is shorn, a revolution is born
When liberty dies
War cries

There's a hole in my soul
And I cannot fill it
There's a demon in my mind
And I cannot **** it
There's a storm in my heart
And I cannot still it

"Have faith and all will be well."

Will it?

Foolish men wander
Down strange roads
And ponder
Nothing that is sane or true
Wise men will trod
On well beaten sod
And eventually step in poo

Wet socks
Dry me
Wet socks
Dry seat
Dripping clothes
All can see
But no one knows
About my feet

Do you love her because she's beautiful?
Or is she beautiful because you love her?

Sometimes a quiet word
Rings louder than the loudest scream
Echoes deep into the cayons of the heart
Shakes the fortress of the mind
And stirs the ocean that is the soul

Who am I?
The nameless man cries as he stumbles in the dark
Who am I?
He shouts as he reaches out before him; his fingers touching nothing
Who am I?
He whispers in despair as he kneels—his hands still searching
I AM
His fingers brush the pages of a book, the author’s name becomes visible as light pours around him
I AM
Tears of joy pour down the man’s face as he reads. His path is made clear. His name is revealed.
I AM
He repeats as he rises, and continues on his way, towards The Golden City

Hello moon
Yellow moon
Hanging in the sky
Goodbye moon
Gone so soon
I wish you'd tell me why

Hello Moon
Yellow Moon
Please don't go away
Your pale gold light
Makes my night
Seem a little more like day