By the thousand roses near Carroll Street,
I feel our eyes can meet, like a moissanite memory.

So let’s turn our jokes into dreams,
Oh, what are you doing to me?
I miss you, I miss you so,  
What are you doing to me?

Like the Marie Moonlight, I will lift you
high like the moon White Panda sky,
like prayers of fire, I'll hold you tight.

And when you graduate,
people will cheer your name, my dear, 
 and your name will never fade,
Yet when you come back to fear,
you can take  my hand, and dance,
feel alive once again.

For like the womb of the morning,
whether seventeen troubles or three,
In time the skies will set everything free -
Just like your candle wishes on April week.

And in the summer and your healing hands,  
I'll dance with you like a moissanite memory.

This, this song I made you, let it pierce your heart,
like the silver moon earrings, the ones I gave you,close your eyes,

Let me hold you on high.
Let me hold you on high.

Like the Kansas fields that outnumber the stars,
let's walk on the wheat fields of gold, for even
if I can't forgive you, my heart will freely love you.

Over and over, over and over,

like red Georgia Peaches,  like Florida Beaches,
wave after wave, I’ll show you a new song,
So we can be one again,  let it all sweep you away.  
For the diamonds at dusk, are waiting for us.

For like the Chicago sunrise, let the power of it's sunrise,
sing you back to life, until you are alive and washed by dreams.

Embrace me, hold on, like a California dream, pretend it's just me,
like the ring on your finger, let this be,
let this be, a time between you and me.

For if you harden your heart, lets go back to one,
let me be like your silver moon earrings,

let me hold you on high.
let me hold you on high.

Of a cold harlots stare,
No time to fill but curses to bear..
Shadowing the weakness that drains us,
Overpowered by the dust and lust...
Fragmented in fury, corrupted in cold seasons,
Absent of glory
Far from life's reason...
We writhe on the scabs we've carved,
Licking wounds and mummyfying empty ****** wombs...
Inhauling, death-sent horror shards,
To embrace an ever carcass lit tomb....
Your surrogate songs caress,
Tender tunes to ripen flesh harness.
In these ruins I bleed our tunes..
The **** in sunshine ruined in rhythms,
Deflowerd by the moon's bloom
Ever harking blind. .
Bonded by lost time.
In magic moments the reality was shattered.
Battered by the show man's climb..
Forgotten, the waste and withered, clown fragment chimes.
Fool for the blood pool
Expendable **** tool,
Skinless in shadows beneath a Jester's rule...
I wear the cloth your disgrace has benighted me..

My world, my light, be pulled into my gravity.
My sweet cradle of sunshine, let me set you free.

Like a eagle of the night, God is always watching over us,
Let the pain roll like the Guatemala wind, let it roll away,
we will climb higher mountains than these,
for there will be blue skies, there will be blue skies.

By Texas, we'll be free,
By Georgia, we'll feel alive,
By Colorado, we'll touch the sky.
By Ireland, I'll be your summer.
By Carolina, I'll hold you up high.
By Romania, I'll be your armor,
By this world, I'll hide you  -

In the New Jersey Light.

The stars, with all their power,
are falling like Himalayan roses.
Tonight the marble moon is burning,
mirroring the hazel flames in your eyes.

Soon the twin shadows of Gemini
will soar overhead.

While the world unravels
like a crimson dress,
tell me the moment—
the moment you knew life was good.

Dust storms, spirits, shadows
will bleed across the dawn.
Inside this truck let me cradle your heart;
beneath the darkness I’ll be your armor.

Up the sleeves of our feelings,
night no longer terrifies—
cling to the hem of my words
as streetlights spill over skin and memory.

Oh, these shadows, shadows, shadows…
I feel fear as fiercely
as I feel the fire in your eyes,
while the red sky drops like razor blades.

Until we’re clothed in a single flame,
tell me you belong to me.
There is only this night:

the marble moon in flames,
stars collapsing around us.

Turn the radio up—one last song—
and let its blaze of sound
meld perfectly with the fading.

Chicago Sunrise (2020) by A.R. Combs

This, this song I made you, let it pierce your heart,
like the silver moon earrings, I gave you.

Hear my voice, close your eyes,

Let me hold you on high.
Let me hold you on high.

Like the Kansas fields that outnumber the stars,
let's walk on the wheat fields of gold, for even
if I can't forgive you, my heart will freely love you.

Over and over,

like red Georgia Peaches,  like Florida Beaches,
wave after wave, for I can show you the world.
Run with imagination, let it all sweep you away.  
For the diamonds at dusk, are waiting for us.

For like the Chicago sunrise, let the waves of it's sunrise,
sing you back to life, until you are alive and washed by dreams.

Embrace, hold on, like a California dream, pretend it's just me,
like the ring on your finger, let this be, let this be,
a time between you and me, like your silver moon earrings.

For if you harden your heart, lets go back to one,
let me be like your silver moon earrings,

let me hold you on high.
let me hold you on high.