Honey I'm drunk,
Don't come by,
But if you do
Bring Canadian Rye;
I've two feet planted
Six feet high,
And I ain't right ready
To lay down to die.
But the sun is sinking,
And my body's stinking,
Honey will you come,
Please bring that Rye.

Honey, I drink,
We both know why,
Let's not pretend,
Let's not lie.

Honey I'm dry,
I'm gonna die,
I've six feet planted
Two feet high.
I ain't quite steady,
I could use a high.
The sun's in the east,
My demon's a beast,
So Honey drop by,
Please bring that Rye.

Don't ever tell me it's all over,
even if the clouds hover
Trust I would never tell when it'd rain
yet see raindrops rolling down my window pane
They say no pain no gain,maybe I'd gain from my pain
Who says tears can run throughout years?
Come on they'd probably dry in a matter of a few beers
And still,I hope the wounds would heal
completely for I loath wearing scars
Speaking of your eyes, think I would miss those stars
And I would never erase them from my mind
they give me a bearing without which I'd be blind
*How would I forget everything that mattered
Even if you had my heart crushed and scattered?
Believe me it's all true, to me it's all you
We've walked so many miles, it can't be all for nothing
Imagine giving up right now,losing what my heart craves
Aren't all our struggles worth something,
why'd we otherwise battle the waves?
The songs we've sung, the cuddles when the cold stung
The humour that made us jiggle,
hits that made you wiggle
The ice cream you cherish, the cocktails,the drinks
I've tried to imagine but I can't see us apart
I can't no matter how hard I think
For even if you go oceans away I'll still have you at heart
Come on, don't even contemplate ever saying goodbye
That will only imply the rest of my life's a lie
We've made too many memories together
I even wonder whether we'd have had enough at forever
Losing you would be losing a valuable treasure
A devastating loss,I would never find closure
You radiate beauty and serene to the human race
and without you my heart would be an empty place
*Never forget that, my life wouldg lose meaning
If I ever lost you,my globe would cease spinning
On the road of my existence that would be the last bend
And for all my travels that would be the end
I trust you, much as they caution against trusting perfection
Beyond the ocean floor, so deep is my affection

Maybe this is our opportunity to finally see change
we've endured a system archaic and strange
we've watched the world revolve quicker than us
because we are stranded while the rest shift on the wheels of revolution
maybe this is the time you made that resolution
to constantly remind your brother and sister
Father and mother that that position needs a new sitter
maybe this is the time to say enough is enough
however much it instills in you fear, however tough
maybe it's the time we finally say to hell with the past
because like they say to stone nothing is cast
and the only thing that doesn't change is change itself
otherwise for how long will one old man exploit our insecurities?
For how long are they going to tell us that change is unsafe
A different time a different king even the monarchs say
what are we saying in our deafening silence today?
maybe this is the time to tell even the most ignorant by the country mile
that only and only a different king will dry their tears and give them a smile
we've been told he's the only man with foresight
come on,how are we to judge the rest without chances
for so long change has been a distant vibration along the threads of time
and opposition to conservatism a crime
maybe it's time for that to change too
and guess who can do that, only me and you
maybe it's time to flip the page for this great country to start another chapter
And it doesn't have to be all smooth a flow to happily ever after
Let other dancers step to the podium
and only then can we judge their dances
maybe it's time to another hunter we handed the arrow and bow
maybe now is the time for a different color on the rainbow
It cannot forever be a constant yellow
for even God saw however beautiful they look
the skies shouldn't always bear a sparkling mellow
sometimes the sky is cloudy, orange and most times blue
maybe it's time like I clearly think from my own view
for as a generation we are being denied the opportunity of comparative history
what will we tell our children happened to democracy
where did we throw, they'll ask all the resilience and efficacy?
maybe it's time to get back our country from the liberators
who use the same cuffs of the past regimes to manacle this country
and have since grown tall and firmer than palm tree
we have watched them wallow and buzz for so long
but for an idea whose time has come nothing is that strong
maybe it's time to save the embezzled donations and every single grant
a time to say confidently "to Hell with the tyrant"
maybe it's a time to be the change we want, the answer to all of our questions
and shove those that think we can't
maybe it's time to go past the roughing waves of conservatism as they whirl
maybe it's time to save our lovely nation
for at the moment, in very wrong hands lies the Pearl.

the yellow moon sank lower
and looked like a wan flower
as with gritted teeth he struggled
against the compulsive urge consuming him
and driving him towards something dire
at the dawn of day crossroads
where shadows and shapes danced
to silent tunes in gleeful abandon
this was his day of morbid harvest
and an ancient debt was about to be paid
with the sweat and fat of ebullient resolve