Heroes lie not far from here,
beneath the soil that brought them near.
Closer with each step they took,
and every time they chanced their luck.

The man who sits across the road,
a hero with a tale untold.
A soul that can't be bought or sold
A silent hero growing old.

Then there's stars that fail to shine,
but maybe just in your minds eye.
Every star that brought the light,
was to balance out the nights.

The nights when darkness falls the most,
the battered ships upon the coast,
all waiting for that sweet reprieve,
when we think, when we breath.

Spaghetti fell upon the floor
ferocious was the feast.
When he went to pick it up
he saw the hooves upon the beast.......
underneath the table
like some long lost
crazy fable.
Told and told and told again,
still lost upon the ears of men.
Sold and sold and sold again,
souls are cheap when there's no hell.

Paradise lost, then its found
Once the fat pigs get their pound
of flesh, of life, of all you own,
they'll tax your life but not your soul
(although given half a chance they'd probably try)
Its enough to make you cry,
to scream out loud,
that primal scream,
be careful or they'll tax your dreams.
Hungry creatures at the trough,
I don't think they'll ever stop
I don't think they know themselves,
as the eat there way to hell.

Shells reign down on Palestine
Planes are dropping from the skies
around the world there's silence from our peers.
Shells are washed up on the shore.
A small child plays, true and pure.
Soon his loved ones will be drowned in tears.
The innocent, tonight,
they live in fear.

This old soul brought back to learn,
to live with joy,
to live with pain.
This old soul's alone again.

Seeking out the light in shadows,
cast over from the old divide.
Swallowed in waves of emotion,
castaway among'st the tide.
Ego bashed, within an inch,
within a moment of each life.
This old soul and new beginnings,
reaching for the other side.

Swim upon the truths you know
before you choose to drown in mine.
Cherish them for what they are,
without reasons to define.
Every angle,
from all angles.
Every measured,
tapered line.
Leads to a point,
a point of being,
frequencies that always rhyme.

Clashing symbols to make noises,
symbolize just how you feel.
Wear that feeling on your face
Someday you will know what's real.
Wear it proudly on our faces.
Someday we will know what's real.

Fingers burnt, lessons learnt,
forgotten all too soon.
Memories, some lost to time,
underneath forgotten moons.

Long before the measure of time
the measure of everything.
Long before the breath of men,
and all the birds that sing.

Energy and nature,
evolving as they should.
Blossoming through sadness
seeking out whats good.

Seeking out the goodness,
the Godliness it knows.
long before the summers breeze,
the winters ****** snow.

Long before the reasons
we were never born to know.
The changing passing seasons,
that watch us as we slowly grow.