What brings us to the end
We choose our goal
We scrape past the bend
We pay the toll
Faith makes us fixed
Fear makes us fail
The chances mixed
Good, bad come as a gale
We are not what we thought
What brings us together
Tears us apart
Either gone forever
With fond memories
Or never together
As we fall on our knees
Days make us small
Months make us strong
Years make us tall
And roads make us gone

Have you ever sang a song?
Not behind a stirring wheel
But for a crowd of patient swords
Caught with uncertain appeal
The judgement of lords

Have you ever sang a song?
Not for simple pleasure
Cut the soul of simple wards
Fought for undying tressure
Broken and alone just wondering chords

Have you ever sang a song?
Not for lonely gain
Mutt lost without idea of where he goes towards
Thought of necromantic pain
No hope of moving forwards

Have you ever sang a song?
Not of misery and despair
But of a foundation of strengthened boards
Got a future with everything to gain
A life with endless reward

Rich of red and orange
Immaculate October
Sky of graceful peace

To question and think what if?
A incredible motion of guessing without definite answers
A game played by two
A game best played young

An articulate waltz two stepping in and out of comfort
Professional amateurs one step confident the next shy
Weighing the costs and rewards of bravery
Most would rather pick up a sword than a pen

Unreasonable fear to do what most have done
The desire to be alone whilst seeking help from others
The one thing that science could never explain
The one thing we want to keep a mystery
The fondness of another

The hardest step, the first
With this step comes many questions
Does she see me
Does she see how I look at her
And how does she look at me

With intense anxiety we force the first step
To find peace and joy in another
The warm embrace that none another could provide
And the release of anonymity

Two worlds we see but but chose not to acknowledge
One of truth and one of impression
One of the mind and one of tongue
The uncomfortable truth that we are not who we say

Wood does not become a chair through words but by labor
Grain does not become bread by command but by task
And neither does a man care by claiming to

A word is only moving air
Its impact negligible
Its significance alone, nothing
Its use, only to remind of something once done

One lie is told most of all from day to day by us all
The lie, the word, the essence of what has been but was lost
This is love
No other word has the potential to mean so much
Yet is used without depth or meaning

A tool of deception
A tool of control
The carpenter is one who wishes for what once was
The buyer a creature blinded by hope

To instead act in love without the word
Truly if the bond is real neither will seek an empty promise
But instead will look in awe of the truth that is shared

Reality is can be seen easily in silence
But is distorted by well intended lies
Emotions invoked by words help us believe what we want
Instead of what see to be truth
We hide behind a curtain of denial