I yearn for that moment
the serenity I’m seeking
Found in a landscape
Not noticed before

Spellbound by it’s beauty
and no words for the speaking
The peace so completes me
I may hunger no more

Desperate to get
what he thought
the world owed him
He became a victim
of his own thoughtless crime
Dying in a field
betrayed by his father
who wasn't around
to help keep him in line
He thought of the words
someone had told him
"Don't be defined by
who left you behind"

Running and jumping
As if on the moon
Light as a pixie hop
Aboard a mushroom
They’re veiled in the presence
of make-believe things
No thoughts of the future
And the worry it brings
How I so envy
The magic to be
bound by the charm
Of young naivety

I have many faults
and logged many a sin
If I had to explain it
I wouldn't know where to begin
But, as I look at the world
I'm beginning to see
Hell may be too crowded
for the likes of me

"Gather unto me
all that is mine"
They scream from the alleyways
and empty bottles of wine

There was this dream
of the trouble he would see
in death
as he had seen in life

But the sight of his ghost
disturbed him the most
as it hacked
at its chains
with a knife

In search of one hour
in a world of hurry
to the crawl of time
plagued with medieval worry

This too shall pass