Bury,
Flinging dirt on
Top of the resting place
Where quietly sit geniuses,
Comply

I sit on the porch
With friends and fair weather near,
What lovely wonder

We sit in the rain,
Though life may be tough.
I still feel the pain,
And life is the stuff

That makes every day
The same as before,
And spite though you may,
I'm still at the door.

But why we confront
What takes up our time,
I can't seem to affront,
I'm still on your dime.

I look to the sky,
And still question why.

I look to the sky and
Feel life in a warm band,
Encompassed my arm
And showing no harm.

I fall from this warmth then
Find my own hearth when
Suddenly I do feel grey,
I've lost in my own little way.

But then there's a light,
It robs me of plight,
She fills me with joy,
I would tackle Troy.

For her I'd break down those walls,
And stand by and watch as they fall.
They'd crumble in spite
Of me taking delight
In being closer to the most beautiful of all.