It isn't the quality of the words that measure truth it's the men we all see with such clear eyes Two brothers trapped in a pitched battle echoes of their roots displayed in a contest of wills two brothers follow the same dream two brothers dance the same songs We can never stop being who we are we can grow thriving under a perfect sun but our roots forever spread from the single source our birthplace and home Two brothers trapped in a pitched battle find peace at last in each others truth we are the same inside the dream we are fellow travelers whose nature it is to find hope and love in the cloudiest of days
the world is a changed place, what we became familiar with is gone, we must either change with the world or be pushed aside by it... I have chosen to embrace the coming world and trying to learn the "new way"
every night we dance under the silver moonlight every night we spin the tale of friends lovers and delight every night we learn the smiles shared our joys take flight every morning comes our dreams bourne of night slipway into the torn stars as they fade till night again
I love her, iv not always known her, but I do know that I have always loved her, she was the dream I always had, she is that golden moonlight that reflected within joyous tears
to be so eloquent of mind but the mouth is locked what sweet river that flows in the heart betrayed by the tongue this maddening speech a struggle to say a struggle to be heard the stammer does not define me despite it tripping my boot at every turn to be so eloquent of mind with the tongue so twisted