Violence and terror witnessed by all
upon the stage terror's curtain calls
Stealing the innocent and broadcasting fear
The world watches on, the people shed tears

We will remember the innoncent
We will remember those gone
But we will not live in fear
As the show continues on

We will not remember in the name of terror
But we will Remember in the name of grace
As the world watches the stage
When love takes terror’s place

Mind control, is it not?
Engulfing the minds of the population
Desperate for admiration
Intriguing the population
As the damage is forgot

Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.


Think how it wakes the seeds, -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

My mind wanders into a forest
A forest full of thoughts
Thoughts that awake through the whispers in the wind

Paranoia soon follows
Stalking my mind as it wanders on through
Preparing to pounce on unsuspecting thoughts

Numerous questions scuttle around
Like the wildlife in the forest, hidden yet loud
Demanding to be noticed demanding to be answered

My mind wanders deeper
Consumed by thoughts and feelings
The paths are confused, the thoughts are muddled
I'm lost
I'm lost in life