There were two brothers, say day,
both a blessing to their mother,
but danger broke through there quiet cover
one escaped, the other danced with the hanger
the escapee made a life with tretchery
the other brother escaped eventualy and lived a life of honesty
even though he was on the run from the county
soon pain knocked on the other brother's door,
and implored,
If you are thy lucky one,
why are you banditing, instead of living that life of honesty?


Neither had a answer.

A man and his family lived in that house of half,
one other lay above, futuristic, but past of my past.
As the family grew old, the house of half shook with mold.
The half of the past house twas built on that hill, most of the family was gone, but the man lived there still. His crinkles and folds,
and memory uncontrolled. They say that a man shall not die,
until the day of the sunrise,
where his name is spoken last, where the future he had is now past.
He left that house, his family sad, but his bones were weak, not like young lads. The swing once used grew old to, watching the birds.
The swing saw the birds,
the grass saw the swing,
the sun saw it all,
and even the moon intervened.
We see the moon, we see the sun,
so has that mans story ended or begun?

Everything moves along,
same old story, same old song,
Nothing lasts, not for long,
farlands, highlands,
sad lands and low lands.
all you can do is keep going,
don't give the past a glance.
Keep that head high, keep that worry low,
caverns of sorrow close with solid gold.
It'll be worth it,
treasures behold
wicked grins seem soft nowadays
children play with knifes
near the bay

If you asked one of young,
what those tiny ***** of sun,
meant to them, the'd grin,
and say,
'Because it's pretty, of course.'

if you asked one of sparse,
the'd retort back to you grumpil-ay,
'curse the stars, let it be day!'

If you asked the broken,
who's love was mistaken for a token,
or maybe just there past won't go aw-ay,
they might say, quietly,
'There the light in the darkness, ice broken,
shootings stars to show that battle scars..'
they might trail off, and then silently look at you,
and say with there eyes,
'Might just heal.'

She said, I'm useless
He said, Your useful
    She said, It's Pointless
He said, Soon it won't be
    She said, I cry.
He said, I have tissues
    She said, I'm broken
He said,
I can help fix you.
She said, my pieces splatter and can't be put together.
He said,
Same as water droplets, and I catch the rain.