Though You Grow ****** Hair--You Are No Man,
And Though You Can Stand Tall,
You Are Still Just A Boy,
Your Mind Is A Book With A Lexicon Too Simple,
A Plot Too Predictable--A Resolution Too Unethical,
And I No Longer Want Magic Tree House Books,
I Do Not Want A Picture Book,
If The Pictures Are Not Of Natural Marvels,
I Do Not Want A Bubble Gum Chewing,
Bubble Blowing, "Coodie" Crazy Monstrosity,
And I Do Not Want A Boy If All They Want Is My Body,
Too Many Guys Are Boys But Believe They Are Men,
Girls And Women Too--Believe Me,
*Just Grow Up Already

Feel the beat,
and tap your feet,
move with the music,
and dance away.

Don't slow down,
or you will drown,
among the large crowd,
of dancing people.

Let yourself go,
it's time for you to know,
how to be free,
with your moving feet.

Let your feet decide,
where you shall reside,
within this giant movement,
of carefree people.

This is the time,
that you move in a rhyme,
and just be yourself,
cause that's all you'll need.

It's time to dance,
it's your last chance,
to just go crazy,
and have no worries.

Blood Stained Swords Cut Through The Sky,
Silver Blades Reflecting Off The Noonday Sun,
Behind The Horses A Fire Blazes Tall And Lean,
Striking The Pure Air With Thick Black Smoke,
Deeper And Darker Than Any Nighttime Sky,
Arrows Perch Upon Every Arch Of A Wooden Bow,
Thin Feathered Tails Stand Like Stone In The Breeze,
Flags Raised Along With Hundreds Of Spears,
Mallets Grasped In Ghostly White Knuckles,
And Twisted Smiles Form--Ready For Victory,
Thin And Measured Breaths The Men Do Take,
They Say They Stand For Their Freedom,
Though A Blood Bath Means Nothing In A Barren World,
Such As This One They Prowled For Lesser Years,
Grasping Everything In Their Disgusting Rage,
Lives Included,
Souls Deluded,
Eyes Pale And Blue As A Withered Corn Flower,
The Whiter Part--Yellowish And Tinted With Tears,
Salt Dripping Down Their Cheeks Forming In Suns,
Armour Glistening As Shields Are Set Into Place,
Scowls Slithering Through Their Metal Masks,
Staring Down The Enemy,
War Paint Trickles Down Their Arms,
Tears Mirror Them As They Stream Down Their Faces,
All They Wanted Is Change