Pierce you good with an arrow
Knock you down like a bowling pin…

Call up pain and marry sorrow
Because my spirit’s such that I’ll win

You’ve nails in the lid of a box
Have convinced all that that coffin is mine…

But like a key that blows up the locks
Think of me as that looming stop sign

That you shall face eventually, no doubt
It will **** the calm from your frame…

Call the truth from your treacherous mouth
That you may finally taste your earned shame…

And yet still he is luckier than I, He who’s bought a true heart with a lie.

I miss the long and sunny laughs
The stars that would dance in your beautiful eyes
Your creased brow when you’d worry…

I think you when you travelled by
And when you heard a sad story how you’d blink and sigh
And the color of your old and beaten lorry…

Our townsfolk never knew you cried
You fooled them with that steely stare
They never knew who really lived down by that dusty road…

And parents would have loved to see me
Move away and earn a pay
To forget I ever saw the prince that was to them a toad…

But something great was in that man
And lives in him forever still
For me he was the alien ship that people call true love…

He brought a bow, gave me a string
And the will to capture everything I’ve ever aimed to catch
My fierce burning ambition, my calm and stately dove…

I tell you now of who he was
Of what I saw and felt and knew
And of all I’d give for that precious time past to simply borrow…


And when I’ve told you all he was
Of all I saw and felt and knew, I wonder did he know it too?
And if not, will I tell him then, when we meet on the morrow…?

As in an effort to kick effort out,You display theories in round about
And build hopes you aim to destroy,on a cloud you make believe is a metal alloy
And the bait you use is sweet talk,Kindness used cruelly to shock
Long hooks of iron that pierce,Aiming to please in a way that is fierce
With a chain mail character that’s just a smoke screen,Hiding the reality of where your mind’s been
Is not truth what’s in the essence of your word,When dishonesty is what your faculties herd?
Yet you’d have everyone believe,That if truth is ugly its better to deceive
Much better to out with it when it’s needed,Even pretty weeds in a garden get weeded
I’m poor if I fail to accept this,I’d rather the goodbye than the goodbye kiss...

Voices that had sounded real,now forgotten in my dreams
Open eyes have closed the doors to the world of the unseen
Memories  i’d  long since captured,lost in torrential streams
Kindness never shown when the world had seemed so mean

Friendship flawed...chances lost,battles never won
The door was open so the warmth flew out...and that’s why he is gone

Spoken words,yours and mine,just lines of ancient history
The life of them taken when care left my eyes and mind
Unfairness in cruel excess from your actions erased the mystery
It is the ghost of what i should have felt that can’t leave the shame behind

Feelings disregarded...time misplaced,a night without a dawn
I just stood and watched as he walked out...and that’s why he is gone

Trifolding centrepiece, breaking foundation blocks...
Mundane enterprises fronting vital thoughts
Me and my worries, soldered into one...
A depth of pure purity weighing a mighty ton
The innocence of others who name me with a pretty tongue...
The doubt in those who’ve seen me, when my nerves were wrung
Order of the phoenix sitting behind old shelves...
The authors of some stories must have splendour in themselves
Bring me back from wonder, take the dreamy from my stare...
Call me back from dreamland because those books sure land me there
But sitting in this cold seat, frost building in my soul...
It’s easy to forget kindness and every kind word I’ve been told
The world constantly takes from us, the will to soldier on...
It robs us of the reasons to triumph even when we’ve won
I feel sometimes the battles are really not worth the fight...
When my arms just feel like holding love and being held all night
The will we need to summon hate and numbness of the heart and bone...
The sacrifices that wait to be made to turn your ‘human’ into ‘stone’
Is it really worth the effort when it jades and wrecks your core?...
I have heard them ring, their chords have called, to the drudgery of war.