United are we of different charms,
poor are the weak who take up arms.
The only way we will win this race,
is if we run it together and forget our place.

Alone are we who fight each other,
the man who fights with you is not your brother.
He would stab you in the back if thought he would gain,
he does not care about you or your pain.

Suffer will we if we do not learn,
war does not heal, it can only burn.
A knife cannot prove that you are right,
only words can bring the truth to light.

But as I sit here and write this verse,
I know it is not enough to lift this curse.
Actions are needed to create a world of peace,
so go talk to your brothers, I've said my piece.

Every time I see you,
I die a little inside,
because I know I'll never have you.

If the beauty of a rose was what man used to measure all other beauty, then there would not be enough roses on this earth, to quantify the artistry of your smile, or even a single hair that falls so elegantly across your face. Your eyes pierce me like the dagger I feel in my chest when I look at you. My heart stopping for a moment so I can hear your voice clearly. The welcoming song of angels taking me to this heaven that you've shown me.

Upon a birds feather,
in this stark weather,
he rises into the sky with wings.
He blocks out the sun,
I hear the silent hum,
and all the world sings.
As I feel his embrace,
I see his face,
and wipe a tear away with a sigh.
All I see is death,
there is nothing left,
and with that I finally die.