Oh what a racket what a row,
that blunders in and breaks my precious quiet.
Over field it storms to the hills brown
and tares asunder silence with its riot.
Oh what a monster what sound
to cover all the singing of the birds.
Such a noise we should not allowed
to breach the lovely silence of the world.
Oh what a horrid drawling grown
it rumbles through the earth and makes it quake.
How I wish this noise would let alone,
all I want is peace for goodness sake.

How is it that she cries alone
when others have it all?
Without a hope without a home,
she has no friends to call.

She has a Master carved of stone,
his hands are cold and hard.
She craves some freedom of her own
he want life to carve.

He takes her in his arms each night
but she does not feel embraced.
Her heart is filled with purest fright,
it flows across her face.

Her pillows damp, her eyes are raw,
He cares not for her tears.
Must she bear a second more,
Living in such fear?

Each morning when she wakes
she starts the day anew.
But all he does is take
would you have that done to you?

When there is nothing you can give,
for there is nothing that you own.
When the worst thing is to live
and you feel your chance has flown.

Is it time to give up hope?
No! it's time to hope again?
She takes her time to weave the rope,
she ties it tight, recalls the pain.

This is the end, her eyes tight shut
She knows she can't retreat,
Fear weaves around inside her gut
Away from him she leaps.

To Freedom and away from stone,
away from darkness and despair.
Contagious to act alone,
without another who would care.

The rope swings putting up a fight
she will not give in.
She has nothing left to lose in life
but everything to win.

Her feet land safely on the floor,
The pain is now all over.
Free to laugh and smile once more,
and dance amongst the clover.

She that casts no shadow brings not darkness to the room,
She is but a ray of light to banish out the gloom,
I have beheld such an angel with her long and lustrous hair
But it was not her beauty that drew me close to her.

It was the music in her laugh the sparkle in her eyes,
The honesty of her face and her long and lustful sighs
And in those fleeting moments when my eyes rested on her face
I knew for sure that I must make my home her resting place.

I must have her for my own, must keep her from the rest
For surly a precious creature would, my competitors, impress
I would have her as a trophy to show to all the world
And they would live in envy of the magic in my girl

So I sort out her farther and I offered a fine sum
He said he'd play me for her and soon the girl was won
I set her on a pedi stool and and admired my lovely thing
Then I shut her in a pretty place and went to get a ring

A ring as loverly as her laugh with a stone just like her eyes
Only the best for the angle that I'd taken for my prize
With my darling beside me, the finest women in the land
I threw the finest party and took her delicate hand

But I found my self disappointed for no envy did I see
All that looked upon me seemed to greave and pity me
Suddenly I noticed how dark it seemed to grow
For despite the many candles the room simply would not glow.

I turned to look beside me to my lovely shining wife
And to my greatest horror I saw not the merest fleck of life
Her skin was finest silk and eyes were precious stones
But beneath the fine fasarde there was no heart nor flesh nor bones

Then It came upon me, an idea so terribly stark
In all my efforts to win her I forgot to win her heart
And as I left her lonesome and draped her with fine things
I snuffed out her brightness and I clipped off her angel wings

I took a darling angel and I kept her in the dark,
I kept her for a selfish goal and I let her fall apart
I sort only want I wanted and never what she'd need
And so I lost my angle as a result of my own greed.

Enclosed, that is what I feel.
Trapped inside myself.
World are you truly real
my soul can't find your wealth.

Broken, fallen deep inside
struggling to find out.
Each tiny step, each stride
takes me around about.

Lost, no destination
to many roads to take.
On the train without a station
hurting through mistakes.

Heavy, weighed down by life
wanting to forget.
Each thought recalls a moments strife
my heart fills with regret.

Time, it goes so fast
my youth seems to fly by
the good things never last
like birds they take to the sky.

Hope, where can I buy it?
I once heard it was free.
There isn't any where in sight
hope isn't there for me.

Pain, it lives Inside me
my greatest friend and foe.
Its presents destroys me
but still it will not go.

Life, is all I hold
my claim on it is week
But its worth, or so I am told
can give me all I see.

Close every door
to the waist of space that I am,
Push my plight from you mind
And take all that you can
I won't miss you
But I'm certain you'll see
That once I am gone
You will really miss me.

Drill out the poisons
And shave of the trees
Smoother the meadows
and empty the seas.
I'm not sticking around
For the next act of man
My ecosystems are bust
I've done all that I can.

I'll take the birds
and the bats and the bees,
I'll keep the bugs
the shrubs and the trees,
I'll unravel the wind
from the rustling leaves
It may seem worthless to you
But it's priceless to me.

I'll unstitch the patchwork
off the rolling hillsides,
the grass can be folded
and the tree roots untied.
You can pull out the flowers
and plants crops in rows
But don't come crying to me
When nothing good grows.

I'll pick out all the fish
The flies and the frog
I'll unpeeled the rivers
and collect up the logs.
The atmospheres filthy
I'll just chuck it away
There's no fixing that
No matter how much you pay.

I've salvaged what i can
Of the soil and peat,
Some has been scorched
by the increasing heat,
I'm taking the Beavers
The wolves and the Bears
I've pack up their lodges,
their dens and their lairs.

I've had enough
of been trampled and torn
My airs all populated
And my earth is all worn.
You can keep all your money
Good look on your own
Let's see how you get on
without your ozone.