Rise, Rise. The summoner  sounds his morning song.
With a move of the hand, my life he conducts,
And I, like a wind-up dancer, obey all day long,
Never dancing to my song, which he obstructs.
Rise, Rise. Join the daily, degenerating strum,
Which occupies our bodies, but leaves our minds to wander
Where we could have gone? Or perhaps become?
While we drone on in labor, and true life squander.
O Time, you ensnare us in the pursuit for profit,
But allot us no room, none at all, to spend it.

She loves me,
she loves me not.
One too many petals,
I have wasted on that thought,
I did all a flower could,
and kept my pedals closed until it was right.
When I finally opened up, awaiting the light
It came for a while, but soon a shadow hung.
The bumblebee came down, and me it stung.
I gave it my nectar, It took it all,
and then the act was done, and it let me fall
All this time I should have fought,
as it turns out she loves me not.

If I was a bird, and you were a lion,
I'd soar over you, and gaze from the sky.
If I was a bird, and you were a lion,
talking to you, is something I'd never try.
I'l fly, fly high above your head,
For to land would mean I'm dead.
Under my wings, I'd keep you safe,
and in eternal silence we'd roam the plains.
If I was a bird, and you were a lion,
You would rule Pride Rock, and be Africa's talk.
Yet, I would still fly, and fly,
with a spark in my eye.
If I was a bird, and you were a lion,
you might be trapped, but I'll always be free.
Free to go with the slightest breeze,
yet my soul would always return,
as the sun does sometimes burn.
If I was a bird, alone I'd sing my song,
to fill your heart, and empty my own.
If I was a bird, I'd guide you through it all,
through the flames of the desert,
or the cool of the jungle,
and pick you up when you happen to fall.
But, I'm not a bird and your not a lion,
and so my song goes unheard.
Holding my covers, I embrace the cold,
and wait for my wings to unfold.

A ticket for two, but only one came
Alone in The Big Apple as I arrived by train.
When fate rips your life apart,
sometimes you cant go back to the start,
and thus I entered the concrete jungle of Hell,
as a drop in the ocean, meaningless, unnoticed.
As the lights hit my face in the square of time,
so too my tears hit the floor, and to the world I commit a crime.
A drop falls in the ocean, the day goes by.
Through the stares, the looks, and the glances,
I saw Rockefeller centre and all it's dances,
A drop falls in the ocean, the day goes by.
My body took a walk down Central Park, in it's winter bliss
while my mind drifted off into a kiss,
A drop falls in the ocean, the day goes by
It's true by the way, New York City never sleeps,
I lay awake holding your train ticket I still keep
You left me out in the cold, and with frozen tears I cried,
as I was forced to see our winter dreams come to life,
and die right before my eye.

Two winters past, when our eyes met
I knew from then on our paths were set,
A day, a month, and a year went by, but deep down I somehow always knew,
through all the letters, rejection, and hate,
that this is not 'first love', but the power of two.
But for you 'true love' can so easily die,
it really makes me ponder why?
Ive seen your face in another light,
as you used me to your delight.
You showed me true love,
as the child in me was blinded by the beauty of white doves.
Love is not pure, nor does it cure
It grows and grows until it has what it needs.
Once it's time it knows, and in the next plants it's seed.
We could have ruled the world, you and I
A drop falls in the ocean, the day goes by.