So I see when
And how the wind bends
At last I'm alone
The stars have shown
To be as vulnerable as I
At last are we
Breathing toward the sea

We are endless lies
Tied to the tied
Memories of friends
To hard to tell when
Drifting through the leaves
My fingers like glass
Gasoline is leaking
Through her hair
She is peaking

I have so much love here
Yet I can't help but hesitate
See the star on the horizon
Death has no certain date

To the waters of open shores
To the souls always wanting more
The umbrella opens for the falling rain
Life is to hard to live
When all seems to show the same

Cannot you tell me apart from myself
A shattered mirror atop of the sun
We are the lords of passed time and men
The letters are writ', so send man, send!

And at last I press my hands upon the table
Awakening the soul beyond the ego
Forging what sword I can within myself
Knowing that life outside myself will always be left

We men
We women
We humans upon the page

Never give up hope
Never forget

We were born to be

However unfinished and untuned
The strings show to be
Do not believe what you see
And no' don't you dare cry
What you think you can't be
Is the difference between you and I

The top hat is spinning upon my head
And these pearl clouds are shining
All I want is your sweet self inside my bed
With my old arms around you tight

Now I'm not too old
And I'm not too young
But I know that all my heart can give
Will never be enough

Sometimes I
Don't know which is which
I see a face
That doesn't match it

I see a sun that is glowing
But it might as well be snowing
I never said
I was confused
But maybe, I'm caught
In the middle
Of a lie of being used

A slave once asked in thought,
"What's it feel to be free?"
And a free man said to him
"Living without chains,
But the chains then come -
Without notice or warning -
Deep within thee."
He nodded,
The cool of the metal
Comforting again comforting him.

Each innocence lost
Is like each tomorrow forgot
The river's pass through us
The wind blows past
And what we wish will last
Will soon be let go and cast

Our mother's and our father's
Are as lost as you are I
Peak a smile, show your teeth
Your skin cannot hide
The light that shows underneath

Wilting winter with no name
Who has showed its wrath to men all the same
Take no pity on me, I deserve no cane
For I once was gripped with pity and quill
But the pill made me lucid
Body soon to fluid
Forcing me to flight without wings or arrow
Lost in a winless war
Like a loveless Cupid

I'm walking toward a rusted gate
No dreams of recollection in my mind
What I had left of love
Is now only filled with empty time

The weeds are all brown
Each barber shop sign seems to cry
Our friendship is dying, don't you see?
I'm here to see you and say goodbye

There on the blood mountains
Those grey rabbits digging away
What else is there to say?
I got no more feeling in me that I can pay

It all turned into one rotten show
When light was there, the dark is what you obeyed
Everything is rotten, all's o.k.
You got your choice,
And I got mine

Each time piece we hold
Twists like a poetic rhyme
But we aren't living
We aren't seeing
The silence that roars like thunder

Yet Im walking
And I breathe next to you
Laying still right near you
And I laugh, and I sigh
Struggling to get untied

And the mystery of passing
Hits me as transient yet everlasting
Into the eyes and to the sky
Two hearts soon to forget the prize

Too young to understand
Scared into a fool proof plan
Outgrow the precious hours
Let go of future powers

Here are the whistling pines
Hear how they whine
There are the reflecting rivers
See how they shiver

Brown shotgun blast with the old disgruntled uncle
His hair wet from the unforgiving rain
God laughed as Jesus wept into a microphone
And what was lost then can never be found

Make me love you, make me see you the way you want
I will not beat you and I swear I will not wave my hands in taunt
No money in my pocket, no more change in the shed
All you wanted from me was food and a clean looking bed

Let me tell you a secret, let me tell you a little riddle
Each man in this life is born to die and born to be little
Put the books in their baskets, put the books upon their shelves
Haven't eaten food in months, give me a second to tie my belt

Now when the thunder rolls in don't you squint your eyes
The blues you were born with is God's only prize
Down the line the reaper waits upon the train line
The children laughing struggling to be kind

Ants within the hole of revenge against the enemy
Broken pedestals showing unholy God's defaced
No one deserving the hate they think they need
What's put in song presents life of an angular creed