The sun set upon this world and in the morning again it rose,
monuments towered the crust, but all life was somehow gone.
Panning through the downtown streets, there were no people in this land.
The ocean depths were devoid of life, and the polar caps lay silently ******.

The Vegas strips were dead and still, the lights we know were dim.
New York was a desolate wreck, buildings crumbled and toppled in.
The Statue of Liberty stood tall, queen of all beyond her eyes.
She saw what had happened that fateful night, but she did not blink or cry.

The Eiffel Tower stretched into the heavens, king of all of grand Parí.
The Golden Gate Bridge connected two dead shores, silent as could be.
And what of this lovely place, where Big Ben let his hands tick away?
The world was so deathly silent; his ticking could be heard in Bombay.

There were no fish in the sea; they had perished in the night.
There were no gulls on the beach; hushed were their cries of fright.
There were no mummies in the tombs; the riches they had gone to waste.
There were no people in LA; to a silent crowd it roared and quaked.

There were no ***** in the sand; their scurrying feet were still.
And a pest control had done its work for there were no rats in the landfills.
There were no worms beneath within the earth; no birds to pull them apart.
There were no roaches in the dumps; no crying kids in Wal-Mart.

There were no ants within their dens; no eaters to pry them away.
There were no bacteria within this world; no viruses now, much to their dismay.
The plains were barren; there were no trees, grass, ferns, or weeds.
The tropical forests, the coniferous mountains, all rocky as could be.

And what of this once lovely planet? It spun through time and space.
Once so full of beauty and life, now completely laid to waste.
The Earth stood still as it raced through that void; all life stripped from its crust.
Still it never knew that we were gone, and so it spun finally hushed.

Barreling forward and doubling back.
To the world my mind lost track.
So dead, yet full of life.
Praying and hoping that I wasn't right.

But as always, I'm never wrong.
And I realized  too late, my whole world is gone.
A cold drift has frozen time.
And pain washes ashore with the tide.

I bow my head towards the ground.
Listening to nothing but my heart's dreary sound.
And washing ashore around my feet...
The blood of all innocence left in me.

And the sun is blotted out.
A loathsome world I'm in now.
A cruel realization has broken through.
It's far too late to change what's true.

But somewhere in the blackened day,
comes a sound of hope, it's not too late.
And again, in the absence of mind.
The pain washes away with the tide.

And as I look towards the sky,
I'm stunned at what a light so bright.
A magnificence has found its way to me.
And drawn the blood from the sea.

The sun shines bright again.
And burned away all the sin.
And I stand in the presence of God,
Who awakens a person that I had forgot.

And an angel from so far above,
has come to me, renowned love.
And she's saved my life and soul.
Takes my hand, and melts the cold.

And as the sun begins to set,
A wondrous moment I'll not soon forget.
The day I managed to make her mine,
The sea washed in a brand new tide.

Time passes by, not a moment I don't think of you.
A smile across my face, and this I owe to you too.
Always on my mind, and yet being pulled away.
So I retreat into the past, echoes of yesterday.

Life slowly drifting forward, ripping us apart.
I don't know if I like my future, it's breaking my heart.
But know this, I'll always love you...that's all I can say.
And once more I turn to the past, echoes of yesterday.

I remember long ago, when you were by my side.
I wish that it could be like that now, you are the love of my life.
So now I do what's right, no more turning the wrong way.
I'm releasing the past, echoes of yesterday.

Now I turn to the future, it's time to take a risk.
I'm asking you to be with me, until the very end.
No more will I retreat into the past, it causes too much sorrow.
The echoes of yesterday are fading, so now I focus on tomorrow.

For Everyone
Who's lost their way.
For Everyone
Who needs to be saved.
For Everyone
Torn apart at the seems.
For everyone
Who's ever dared to dream.
For everyone
Who's ever lost all hope.
For Everyone
With no where else to go.

This is for those who haven't a clue.
For those in need, this is for you.
Don't lose hope, keep pressing on.
Never give up, never let go.
You're strong enough, you can succeed.
Nothing is impossible, you must believe.

For Everyone
Who's had a bad day.
For everyone
Who's cried the night away.
For everyone
In need of any help.
For Everyone
Who's never understood all they've felt.
For Everyone
Who's lost their love.
For Everyone
Who's given up.

You can make it if you try.
This is your moment, this is your time.
If you have faith and do your very best in all.
You can accomplish anything, you don't have to fall.
To all of those who want to give up,
Hold on to life, it's only just begun.

Never shall I be at peace, my soul is dead and gone.
Bury me in the earth so deep, I do not wish to carry on.

Hold me close, hold me tight, beneath the evening sun.
Keep me warm and safe at night, comfort me with love.

When hope is gone and the sun burns out, I pray your love will last.
How I wish you could see all I dream about, my dreams are fading, oh so fast.

Comfort me when I'm in need, don't set sail, lower your mast.
Share with me your thoughts and dreams, together we can escape our past.

When it's over, and all is said and done, I'll be waiting for you.
I'll never let go, I have to hold on, I'm determined to see this through.

My love for you is strong and pure, I hope you know it's true.
For this disease's cure, there's nothing I wouldn't do.

Rising from the phoenix's flame, my love born anew.
Like always I'm up for this game, even though it makes me a fool.

Longing still to hold you close, I think and dream of you.
And how on that day time froze, my world became so blue.

Here we stand alone at last, if only time would stand still.
In my heart I forget the past, and I can't explain these things I feel.

We sat together in silence today, and my love became all too real.
A midnight stroll to hide the pain, we both had time to ****.

I may never have this chance again, so I'll make this crystal clear.
But I can't find the words to begin, especially when you're near.

Don't forget the things I've done, I've always needed you here.
I wanted so long to tell you that you're the one, but I was always fraught with fear.

Hold me tight, hold me close, promise me you'll be there.
Hold my hand and don't let go, life is so unfair.

Comfort me when I'm in need, for you my heart will always care.
I'll remember you, remember me, and all we couldn't share.

In the black hills he lies,
in his old Kentucky home.
A passion within his mind,
burning, despite the cold.

He knows not what he is doing,
thinking with a mind that is not his.
He knows only that which can be known,
and that is all there is.

A wind is prevalent within him,
one that chills him to the bone.
Acting against his bitter nature,
he stares down an unknown road.

He swore he’d never act on impulse,
he swore he’d never lose his mind.
Focus was all he really had,
then she came into his life.

She takes away the security,
the way he knows so well.
But can she bring down his walls?
Time will only tell.

She entices him with greetings.
With her, he feels so close.
Still, he finds words escape him,
in the presence of a black rose.

No doubt that he fears change,
and he fears what could be.
He fears what he cannot control,
and she is vigorous and free.

Separated by a vast sea,
yet strangely together in heart.
He finds he knows not what to say,
so he watches it fall apart.

Act once on impulse,
Twice on intuition.
Act three is completely irrational,
But brings this to fruition

He tries to avoid reality,
because he knows what it holds.
He is absorbed within that passion,
to avoid all the cold.

In this old Kentucky home,
among the black hills, he lies.
Too fearful to take a chance,
He’s found his spirit has died.

And, so, by reaching out,
he is met with only scorn.
In reaching for that black rose,
he has only grabbed her thorns.