A wake of oceans still frame
Pushing aside all the obsessions
In and out of the game

All my heroes are dead
Now my mind wanders as I
Dream of something instead

Twisted like the curl of her hair
A bounce in the body
Souls without a ****** care

Sun hit my face
Tell me the way out of here
Life is thin as lace

The rubble of humanity
Erects itself once again
Repeated methodological insanity

Hope in the shape of heart
Rests in the center of her eye
Captured right from the start

Restless lady you wander away
When I stop to listen
Lost for words or what to say

Take my mind in your palm
Watch me crumble like cards
As gentle as a new baby fawn

The path has been paved
Underneath the heat of the sun
Promises of reason rarely saved

Telling re-enactments of sorrow
Greek in the way she wails out
Not a link to life tomorrow

And the coffee is gravy brown
Steaming with delighted wisps
Mist blanketed atop a forgotten town

Numbers make their way to you
Leaking into the pours of your skin
To live to love to die and to always prove

Oh' worth you tackle me in the street
Shackling me with rusty wire
That to live right is to be living free

Aware of millions who've lived before
Rambling through the caverns of history
Still and calm as time restores

Pain is a mere tool used by men
It breaks and chips away at one's will
Let it not take you or it will come again

Sacrifice; a weighty guilt to bear
A life not lived for another's
An outstretched hand, an illuminated flare

Push of the night
Upright she walks in shallow glare
A stone in air like the flight of a kite

Timidity you waver within me
Telling that all is not supposed to be well
Like the wings of a buzzing yellow bee

Cooperation of the mighty captain
A knife as strong as His order
Lines of the dead stink with their souls contained

Another lie within the book
Born into a world of flames
That greets the one's who have took

Hurricanes twist inside of my mind
As my body burns an icy cold
And the only worry I have is that of time

Weighing the balance of right and wrong
An eternal search for the meaning of truth
A plea for help to make me feel as if I belong

But not here will I find the peace I seek
For the creek has dried up in front of me
Days are passing as my hand grows weak

Beware of the whisper from her lips
It smelt of roses grown from a summer dawn
You break as she enters and sits

Silver heart that shines within
Fragile to the touch of the shyest child
Tell me the secret of where to begin

Grant me your wisdom
Let me believe
There is no such thing
As irreparable sin