It happened one dark and gloomy day,
That all the babies came out to play.
Babies you say?
Ah... but wait and you will see,
These babies are cute as cute can be.
Then they appeared one two and three
Little puff dragons, pink blue and green.
They giggled, they danced, they wiggled around,
They jumped and they bumped and they fell to the ground.
See gloomy days are their favorite kind,
Their fires too hot when the sun comes to shine.
So don't be sad when the rain pours down, very carefully look all around.
They're awfully shy these dragons are
And sometimes they come from very far.
Their wings get tired, they want to sleep,  jump in bed, but don't make a peep.
If you are still and you close your eyes tight,
A dragon friend may visit tonight.
And in the morning when you open your eyes,
That sun will be shining up high in the sky.
The rain will have gone and the dragon too,
but look he left a present for you.
A dragon gift is one of a kind,
You never know, what  they'll leave behind.
Follow the footprints on the floor.
LOOK! They go behind the door.
And there it was all Shiney and bright,
an old copper penny he left in the night.
So don't be sad when the rain pours down, baby dragons are dancing around!

Violet mist plays gently,
Wraps around my lonely soul,
Whispered words upon your lips,
Stories left untold.
Standing steadily upon a cloud,
It rocks me off to sleep,
Where I can dream the sweetest dream,
Of Love that's mine to keep.
Until the thunder beckons,
And the storm clouds gather round,
The bitter call of love gone wrong,
The dreamer makes no sound.
In the splatter of the first few drops,
Your whispered words are free,
The beauty of the life we shared, That wasn't meant to be.
The pain of loss brings sorrow,
An ache that cuts so deep,
That even in the moon drenched night,
A lover never sleeps.

Beckoned by a lingering tale,
Told countless times before
He held his hand across his heart,
And heard his words once more.
The silence in the morning air
Hung tightly like a shroud,
As gasps and cries before him
From mothers in the crowd.
So soon he would be fighting
A mask upon his face,
A weapon tucked against his soul
A soldier in his place.
The shrieking of a siren,
The sound of bullets pass,
He remembers what his father said
It only counts who’s last.
And now the only fear he keeps
The sudden fear of death,
The slamming of a bullet and
The touch of angels breath.
Staring at the sky above
His father’s eyes look back,
The fiery night is fading
As the ghost of life attacks.

I stand beneath this crumbling bridge
An echo from the past
And ponder who has come before
A matey or a lass.
Did they cross this bridge
With hopes held high
With dreams of far off lands
A soldier on his way to war
Two lovers hand in hand.
I stand beneath this crumbling bridge
It's brackets Worn and old,
It seems to bow before me,
It's secrets still untold.
Standing still I faintly hear
A whisper or the wind,
Maybe those who've gone before
Are coming home again.
I stand beneath this crumbling bridge,
Drinking in its glory,
And if I listen closely,
I hear it's untold story.