Ravaged limbs of the man with the smile, death lays him to rest in the garden of night. The stars have fallen, in the darkness of shadow, this solider is nameless and no one can dream. The enemy it smiles, his reapers free to fiend. Unknown solider, free of this earth, free to live the eternal dream, Free of the war and the pain of it's scream. Free of the chains that made you a slave, who is the nameless that lays in your grave? Another rose falls, another tear dropped, as more wars go by, years after years, millions more die! but where is the sorrow? For our fallen brave! You died for our tomorrow, so we wouldn't be slaves.

Why is death the friend no one wants to meet, a friend who's hand you never want to greet? death is a garden, unattended in the land, death is the hour glass the holds the falling sand. Death is the being that grabs all souls combined, death is the friend that stalks you for all time. A hand on the clock.. Tick tick tick.. Death my friend can be a bit of a ****! striking without a warning, given the chosen time, death my friend which end shall be mine? Death is the friend that no one wants to meet.. but I? I see you death and I look for you throughout all time, death old friend when will your hand reach.. And take my place, a lonely marker in the earth of the human race.

Moonless sky, sky of no light- you've given brith to the creatures of night. Moonless sky, of which the world is darkened, you've given me the crime, but you refuse me the pardon. I've trusted you, I've seen your light. But your guide abandons me- he's lost me in this world of black.. I try to crawl out but I'm brought right back. This world of nothingness, world of my pain- you've left me without the light, now what have I got to blame? I cannot see? I cannot go! Trapped in a world that bleeds me slow. crying light of heaven, can't you feel my pain? Do you love me my god? Do you even know my name

The story of the Beggerman, with eyes filled with despair. Watched on by the passing world that doesn't even know that you are there. Beggerman, what does the wind and rain say today? Does it ask why you sit at the pity of those who do not wonder why? Who merely part your sight without the tear of a goodbye. Beggerman, Lonely like the moon, but no shine is seen, nothing around you to bloom. Beggerman, do you believe in a god to love, that guides your fate solely from his holy hand above? Or have you lost your faith, from many years stranded in the cold, from the cradle to your youth, from middle age to old. Beggerman, not only change you ask to spare, but a change in the system, something in the air. Aren't we all the Beggerman, begging for some change? In this life, in this world, before we hit our grave.

It's funny that a person can live their whole life in one place and on that morning when that person passes away the place of their birth remains the same? Life is solely for the living with the dead succumbed to mere memory to the people left behind left to mourn their passing. The still air seems colder and life doesn't seem as fruitful as it once was. Mother Earth mourns everyday for her fallen children but no one hears her cry.. Shadowed by the sounds of horns, engines and the living. People pause for the while, The dead stay silent and the life of our planet goes on.

The leafs have fallen, it deserts his maters side, with no sign of a tear or no hint of goodbye. You the naked tree you bare the image of a mirror, as I gaze at your wilting body, the  world that slowly deserts him as he slowly decays into another winter slumber. Leafs desert him as people do me, oh lonesome tree of this world can't you see? That we are alike, we could almost be kin. Mother Nature inflicts this upon you.. Mother Natures sin. They leave you when you are ugly but re grow in your prime, they only come back to you to feel the warmth of our sunshine. Lonesome tree, tree like me, do you dream of far away places? Do you dream of the sea? Do you dream of other trees? Do you dream of the sun? Then look back on reality and witness what you've become? Alone and lonely, deserted by all, they miss you when your gone, they'll miss you when you fall.

There's no worse feeling than waiting, waiting for time to drag itself by for a purpose! Time never wastes itself in a fast or productive manner, on the country-time seems to waste me as I sit counting the minutes until your mine again, my love. The realisation of time can make me lose my mind, When faced with this prolonged loneliness. I have been without my love for long enough, But life makes me want to wait longer. My love you are my only thoughts in this time I have to waste. I long to hold you close once more my love, I long to see your face. If time would but waste a little more, quickly  see it through. This one more passing minute my love would bring me closer to you.