The deathly shadows waved as they flashed through
My headlights on their way to another steal
Another day ??
Another time maybe I thought ?
But turn me cold they did to form
Shivers so sharp my deadened eyes
Rasped against their brittleness
I hate the midnight call

This lack of rest was winning to my
Thoughts of a day all mine
Another call to the front
A sound ****** on my echoes around
The quiet room called home

For I am the collector and your soul
Is in my seek
My journey is to help you fight them
For they steal all your promises  
They eat at your want and relish at
Your need

Allow me to protect you till you move
Till the change is complete
Into your fade of this cold place  
Till you brave the land I know
Take my hand
Let me explain ....life

Here I lay
Numb
Cold
Bitter

Till the morn
Pain
Anger
Regret

From my mind
Fear
Hate
Love

Here I lay
Empty
Wasted
Life

There are many places in many times that mean no more
Than the spoken words before me
Yet here it lays before my heart this mountains subtle Grey
My convictions  
My life
My dreams

These decisions in me now regretted
Looked back
Harmful for my soul
Madness in my mind
Tears in my torture for I have failed

In my youth I was young ,fresh and free
No hill be my wall
No mountain face to fall
For I was ready and my grass grew a path
No mortal could devour

Then life bestowed me life
The sun fell and the clouds became cold
Dark
Hungry
My convicted soul now blackened from the scars
Of broken dreams

I could feel its tremor as this rock before me
Fell
Gone its stability
Crumbled
And like the thoughts in my mind
The pebbles washed away
Into the sea of the broken wings
As I became the lost

The deathly shadows casted a wave as they flashed through the burn of my headlights
On their way to another steal

Another day ?
Another time maybe?...
But turn me cold they did to form shivers
So sharp my deadened eyes rasped against their brittleness  
I hate the midnight call

This lack of rest was winning to my
Thought's of a day all mine
Yet on I must drive
For it is you that is in need
In need of these words
In need of my hands
For I am the healer and the shadows are waiting

They know all my work and despise my view
For I taketh the bad to bring light out from the dark
I am the healer
I am the one
The shadows are waiting

No payment to be crossed
No words from your lips
As my silence is your gift
So my work must continue  
The shadows are waiting

Dawn chorus wakes the morning light
To a relieve as I sigh  
The shadows are hiding and my work
is not done
Tears flow as I fall to my knees
Earth has taken its feed
Let the shadows wait

Gravel under foot to the crunch that
echoed into my memories
For she had gone
Into the distance of a time not ready
for my soul

My time was still here
My garden still in bloom
Yet I knew she waited for my fall
Waiting for the chorus to call my day

Legs that carried me through the mire
Now felt tired and weak in the day
I could still smell her musk
Next to me
Teasing me to another tear
Ripping me to a thousand pieces
Life for another year

The garden still needs me and
I need it
But still I must walk
Cry through the pain
To the ends of this earth
So I can lay in peace
Holding hands

Five years went by in a cold wet
Summer
And
The sky bled a grey
A grey that leached through these
Veins

A stain left
Etched
Scratched
Borne
Carved on my heart

My look painted a story of many
Loves past
Before the dark of the grey
When life was good

Such paleness gave it all away
Lines said so much amongst the quiet
As the voices in my head played their
Song
Inside was warm

No sun to seek in clouds of steel
No flight to run
My autumn was ready and so was I
The colour of the new world was
waiting for my heart
To heal
But you were gone
Lost
Forever blue

My maddening whisper shall be heard
For I am the King
And the King am I
For the glory of power is all mine
And you must not deny my honour

Like the daily sun that blinds you
Then so shall I
For you are my children
You are my sheep
I am your Shepherd and so
I shall do reap
Reap as I sow
On the harvest of my mind
I beat you
Scorn you
Own you
As it is written I am your leader
I am your King

Such words can sound so hollow
Yet do we not follow our
Kings and Queens
Who are they to say they own us
Are we not of the same flesh and
blood
Do we not breath the same air
My cry
My sorrow
My despair

I was not born to follow into the path
On this bee led life
I was born to reach out
To love
To cry
I was born to live
To fight the truth
To show the the world    
Yet ......!!!!

The king is inside you
As he is inside me  
You are your own king
You are your own destiny
Long live the King !!!!!
 Long live the King !!!!!