In a world full of hatred,
In a land so far and lost,
How can I withstand,
And what will it cost? 

A fire set brightly ablaze.
Flames; I'll feel them all.
Walking through the haze.
Shame; I'm about to fall. 

-Corbin

It can cure an internal bleed,
It can put your soul at ease.
It will show you to me,
It will flow, if you please.

Hopes and dreams, all to jot.
With a touch, your shields may drop,
Moments of clarity on a paper plot-
And with enough, your pain will stop.

It can cure the itch within,
It can help you, just begin. 
Believe and you will see..

That most of all,
Your pen may set you free. 

-Corbin

Here's to the years 
Full of dreams and dwelling fears..
To the nights when I would wipe away your falling tears,
To the screams when whispers were all I could hear..

Here's to what it seems..
And to when it all becomes clear.
To all the means that brought us here.

Truth is free and truthfully I think we've kept it truth free, or so it seems to be. 

So here's to the years, of you and me. 

-Corbin