I look at those across from me - searching distant seas.
I guess what they say is true. When a harmful breeze
blows
we will all unite.
But yet when peace does come we search for a fight.
I know though that - no matter how good - corruption
will take root. Until destruction
turns good will into dust and hope into decay
And as we search these twisting allays
for answers
all we can say is pray....

but we will divide
because we all are fearful
and we will be cheerful
when the culprits are found
searching with trained bloodhounds
when it comes to hope
we'll pray with all our might
for their strength, families and fight
we will love for a moment each other
hand in hand with our brothers


*Pray for Paris

Twisted in in the corners
them curling up
painting pictures in my mind
Warped within the fabric of time
there found you shining not unlike
a guitar who's music
I do not understand
every love and understanding
what are you about
I am just this man
here within my head
From there to now.

But dreams in her head
that others know about
but you can contact me
I am an empty cell
call me out
feel no rub
just feel time itself
I see angels in time itself
my wings fold up.