There's much to be done lad,
and there isn't much time.
You must be quick on you feet,
and your head must be sound!

A sound mind, a clear head,
mind you it best not be empty!

We need your minds,
your soul and fiery passion.
We need every talent, that everyone can ration.

There isn't much time. So do hurry along,
I can only hope your time can help,
for all that we have made wrong.

So go on, press on.
We shall guide you no more,
for the gates have been swung open,
we are shutting the door.

Run far, run fast,
this is a race against time, and some may not last.
But we need as many as you can gather,
all the ones worth collecting rather,
so spread the news,
start going today!

We've no time left lad!
There must be no delay!!

Gird your *****,
and make strong your will,
for when you are tired, know that eyes are watching you still.

Do not falter,
do not fail,
because you are the factor,
if your time shall prevail.

I wish you the best,
God bless and God speed,
you'll need all the lucky blessings you can get m'boy.
All of them...
Indeed.

We run, we hide, we cheat and lie
but all that aside,
we still want to be known by someone before we die.

We have have a compulsion to spill our little tales,
from knowing the Queen of England,
to being the beggar of Wales.

What have you done my friend?
That makes you so scared?
What has gotten you this way,
that you are so defensively prepared?

I wish I knew how to break that shell,
but rather you safe there,
then to unleash the furies of hell.

My friend, I respect you, i love our friendship so,
so prying to your secrets of secrets, I shall dare not go.

My friend you are worth it,
every confusing mistake.
Because you are the friend, that I chose to make.

Where I stand, in the burning blaze,
among the corpses of the fallen, their unblinking gaze.
I stand among the wreck, the ruin, the fall,
I stand here. Still proud, and tall.
For I stand not for myself, of some selfish want of fame,
but as the first and last defense of my people,
from the onslaught of the flame.

My people are weak, scattered, scared and few,
our defense is but of a handful of brave souls,
but it will have to do.
For together we fight, our line shall not be undone,
we will hold the line, for the fight has yet begun.

My brothers and sisters, I shall find them where I can.
I hold the line, so forward advance!
For every woman, child, and man.

This here, is where I stand.

Like a fire through the rain,
I burn and and I run, even through the pain.
I'll try as I might, to burn bright and hot,
but the rain is drowning me out, pouring down strong
I feel so out of place, so unwanted, and so wrong.

But I know that I am needed so I double my efforts and try,
for I know that if my flame flickers and fails, my brothers and sisters shall die.
For I am to be their warmth, and comfort, when times get rough,
I can only hope that all that I give, will be enough.

So burning, burning, I burn on, without a doubt
it's only a matter of time, before I burn out.
Like a fire
in the rain.

Gather 'round, gather 'round, the people like me.
We shall comfort you, warm you, just don't smother us you see.
Come to close, a flame shall lick you not because we want to,
but because we are flames, we burn, that is what we do.

Just find us, light us, under shelter from the rain,
there is a dangerous beauty in the fire, a comfort from the pain.

You gave me your doubts,
your fears, troubles and all,
you came to me broken,
I came to break your fall.

I will not be your knight,
whose armor shines in the sun,
nor shall I be your hero,
not even "The One".

For I am your friend,
and that's all I'll ever be,
because that's what you really,
really need from me.

You don't need my life,
just my love and compassion,
please don't read too deep,
into every word and little action.

I am already signed and my heart already claimed,
please do not hang your head down,
down, ashamed.

You've done nothing to deserve that,
you're lost and confused I know,
so you came to a friend,
a friend you trusted you could go.

And I'm humbled and honored, that you would call me as such,
but I'm afraid that even I,
even I can only offer so much.

I'll give you food, water, medicine and supplies,
if you in trade give me your story, truth instead of lies.
For the house of cards you frailly built upon,
will blow away at the slightest breath, and then it shall be....
gone.

But I will point you to the Rock, to where you may solidly stand,
this shall be your safe ground, as it is Holy Land.
One day you'll realize, the beauty of your soul
is worth saving and the life you're living, actually has a goal.

You gave me reasons, why not to at all,
here I'm giving you the same, as to why you should live,
because my heart and friendship goes out to you, that much I can give.

One day, you'll thank me, and even your Maker,
for the bread was made of ingredients like you and me,
but Trust in God our Father, for He is like a Baker.

He'll kneed you, fold you, break you and mold you,
He'll do what it takes, to make you anew.

You are His Child, even if you don't know it now,
you'll find out soon enough, some way, some how.

Until then, and even after, I'll pray for you always,
and I shall always be your friend, for the rest of my days.

You... give me reason, to live and fight on,
now let me give you another chance, to see another beautiful dawn.

Today's weather reminds me how it used to be.
Wonderful, wild, young and carefree.
Little did I care about making money or a job,
little did I know what it was to dress proper or a slob.
I remember running, through the neighbors yards,
chasing, chasing, a flying card.
It flew in the wind, way up high,
into a beautiful and welcoming, open summer sky.
Sometimes I'll close my eyes, to find myself there,
sometimes I go, where I shall not care.

But I snap right back, to where I belong,
because I know that to not ever care, is just so wrong.
Because here there are people who look up to me,
who needs the person, that I need to be.
Not a hero, or a saint, neither angel or savior,
just another friendship, another memory they can savor.

I don't mind, rushing up to arms at the call,
I will tear through armies, mountains, oceans and every single wall,
if that means that my friends are safe, and can safely stand tall.

But once and a while, after the smoke has settled,
instead of bones of my past, and the blood on my hands,
I will go back, and dream, of those distant lands.
I'm drawn and tempted, tempted to go,
to travel nearly far, to only where I only know.

Back the land, the land of my home,
where I may set my mind free, free to roam.

Back there,
back where,
where I may call safe,
I must ready the defenses,
and prepare for strafe.

They shall test the borders,
they shall try to break my will,
but they shall never take the sky,
no matter how artful the skill.

Back there
back where,
where I can call home,

back there
back where,
my heart shall forever roam.