Some men be born with heart of gold;
Their endless joy, infectious so.
Whilst others be born in scorn;
Never giving in to joys sweet honey.

Some men be born with mind of glass;
So crystal and clear every thought can pass.
Whilst others be born with mind of fog;
Giving way to poor thoughts and desires.

Some men be born with bolden soul;
Unafraid to protect and lead their people.
Whilst others cower in the crowds;
Hearts wanting to jump as the go day by day.

No man be equal, this be it true;
Life, it's no pristine cast or mold.
No it's like a potter and their wheel;
Each bowl, Each cup, unique in their hands.

Paradoxical is the passage of time.
It breaks many of strong men without thought;
Without reason to hold or sight of a rhyme.
Giving meaningless goals and pointless fights to be fought.
Yes, Paradoxical is the passage of time.

Many will seek out its foreboding end.
They'll wander aimlessly in its wave-like pull.
Only to find there are endless bends.
but as all do, they'll continue on, in this life so cruel.
Oh, paradoxical is the passage of time my friend.

My friend, if this is the end, I will hold my head up high for you.
Barring arms, I will fight at your side.
If one of us is to die, let it be me to shake death's hand.
For life's plan for you as yet to come true.
After all, your loyalty for me, I share the same for you.

Many have heard it told, life's worth its weight in gold.
But then harken onto the masses like cattle to be sold

Playing the fool as they dance the puppets dance.
Aimlessly, without thought, they fly by the seat of their pants.

Till alas, their marionette wires snap.
Till all but one holds them aloft in the puppeteers grasp.

We, the fools, who lop up what they sold as we drool.
tending to “their” needs and shunning our own, not realizing it's cruel.

The puppeteers in power wreak havoc by the hour.
While our peaceful, blissful world darkens and begins to sour.

The children of new, shall harken to you, to learn the truth.
But like a fool, your mouth will drool, as you ship the same lie down the sleuth.

No end to this cycle of foreboding lies and wars.
Till bombs fly off,landing, to scorch mother earth to its core

So to the children of new I say unto you.
Let peace in your heart, and you'll surely see it through.

Suicidal thoughts plague my mind.
Like rats to a sewer, they reside.
Like a cancer the nest deep inside.
Spouting words of hate and spite.
All aimed at me, the host with no right.
Not right to live, to love, joy shunt me.
I do not deserve to smile or laugh with glee.
Like a fool,I believe these plagueful thoughts.
I've fought them, but how could I contest?
When I and my meek voice long for death.

Harken ye who stand at deaths door.
Do not fret or worry Anymore.
His touch may be icy, and cold.
But it's filled with love, or so I'm told.
He takes away sarow as well as pain.
A bliss to compare to a summer rain.
He'll take your hand and off you'll go.
The two of you walking toe to toe.
So do not fret or worry in these last moments.
Stand firm at his door, and hand him your two pence.

Cling to me oh gracious child of light.
Spread thy wings and carry me into flight.
Let thy warmth cover every hurt I have.
Give me a pebble, a grain, of hope to grab.
Bust my stoneful heart that weighs me down.
Free me from sorrow so that I may not drown.
I yield it all to you, oh sweet child of light.
For I have simply lost the will to fight this fight.