I am sorry, I do not mean to be
The Lonewolf is me, the tale, you see?
Bound I am, both by sky and by sea
My body remains, though my soul is weak.
If you were like me, then maybe you'd see
This heart is a cage, and your's the key.

Religious Views
Religious Blues
Religious One's
Religious Two's
Religious Dont's
Religious Do's
What's on the tube?
Religious News
If we should fight
Religious Fueds
The world is theirs
The colors and hues
Where once we shared
Our P's and Q's
The day is gone
For the me's and you's

You said low, I said high
I said hello, you said goodbye.

You said sink, I said swim
I said her, you said him.

You said quit, I said try
I said live, you said die.

Exposed are we to the twins of life,
Decisions are made by point of knife.
You are You and I am I.
Bound by flesh, but free in mind.

Theres a place I have been, not here, nor there.
It begins a dark void soon explioted by stars shooting and shaping the atmosphere.
Music begins playing acting as a catalyst to the atmospheric art show taking place in the heavens.
The landscape is dry, desolate, and open, only a mountain range lies within sight at the edge of the world.
This mountain can speak, not with words, but the wind and the rain and the music that remains setting the scene as well as the climate.
In this place I have no fear, not even the eerie vacuum of darkness for I know it is a part of me, as is all that I know.
In this place I am me, totally free.
It is my shelter, my calm, my peace, my mind's only escape to believe.
It is beautiful, it is me, and it is wildly free.

Why is it you and why is it me?
These two separate worlds that will never be.
The space between us like the sun and the moon,
it's one or the other but never the two.
Attractions that loom in the dead of night,
if love was a war, for you I would fight.
Two bodies in one whenever we touch,
this fate discontinued, but given a crutch,
A heart, and a mind, and a sould to fulfill
each seeking the other and binding in will.
By death we could never be set apart,
but given a chance to follow our hearts.

An age without time
A reckless design
A place for nights like this
A beauty unfolds
In tales of the old
When trumpets erupted with Bliss