White Dragon Boy 
eyes glistening upon the sky 
Swirling and flying along in Avalon
Free as ever was
Knowing the world finally set you free
To your actual form 
White dragon boy
With eyes as green as emeralds 
The scales telling a story 
For my lifetimes to learn 
Soar high white dragon boy
As your feet transform back to talons 
May you release the fangs 
And rip yourself from death's claws 
White dragon boy fly high 
And let those brilliant scales
Glisten your form on all 
Who love you 
Saying to them your melody of roars 
White dragon boy
Your life take by another 
But your mind always yours 
As the symphony you sing transforms 
It's sings the song of relief
Flying free from predenoted titles 
Of the human vessel
To form into the roars of who you are 
White Dragon Boy 
Soar high 
And roar your symphonies loud

"You've got a good head on your shoulders"
Words set in a phrase I always seem
To question
If it's to be told that I do
Then why does my head still seem to bite
Always choosing to fight
Why does my mind run overtime
Murdering all temporary happiness
Why oh why does my mind
Try to play trickster
Saying some fake bliss
Lies within the slicing my wrists
How can this be
That people still believe
A good godly gracious mind still exists
Within contemporary society
Or that even it lies with me
Let it be
That you see
My systematic way of showing you I'm okay
Lying in sinful word
You stare awe
As "this good head"
Is not as graceful as you once saw
Tip toeing  through time
where others tread triumphantly
I tread to try just basically survive
As words be written ****** up
Symphony of pain
People seem stare in awe
As manipulating agony
Seems to stall
This fake sense of happiness
To take its toll
On this so quoted "good head"
Laying upon my shoulders