To make the shy ones shiver
Just tell them tales - where the hero fails
They won’t understand - that it takes more than a Chant
And so they keep pretending - to understand the ending
But still they fear the ones who take the peace away.
But peace is the calm - before the storm
And with the winter ahead the autumn wind blows stronger.
Telling the tale of the hero who had lost - and with him a strangers trust.
Cause with the cold comes pain, with the pain comes the past.
Memories of those who have passed away a long time ago.
Of those who fills the graveyards, those who bears the answer, but too shy to tell.
And so they remind silently in peace.
And so they lead them down the dark road...
...Again.

"You came," her voice floated in the white
"Of course I came," I knew she was behind me
But I couldn't turn, only feel her hair touching my back
"It's a good sign." Her voice was a million echoing silver bells
"I guess I've started to realize..."
Her fingertips brushed my palm, light as wind.
"I have realized that it wasn't my fault"
"I told you it was a good sign"
In the corner of my eye, I saw strands of her hair, fluttering
"I miss you." I wanted see her, see her smile, white teeth and dimple
"I miss you too," her silver bell voice rung out sadly
"I can never forgive myself," my voice shook, my eyes burned
"Don't say that, it's not true"
Flowers underneath us were red, yellow and sky blue
"I should have been there, I should have always been with you"
My every atom ached for her, to turn and see her
I could remember the smell of waking up beside her
Starting my day with a wonder by my side
"Forgive yourself please, for me"
A flower was slipped into my hand, it was yellow
I turned and I saw her, she wore the garb of an angel
She smiled before she disappeared
Leaving me crying in the red, yellow and sky blue.

The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence, while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet. The difference between my sins and your sins is that when I sin I know I'm sinning, while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated illusions. I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea. You are a white witch, a wizard; your spells are manipulations and your cauldron from hell yet you wrap yourself in white and wear a silver wig.

There is music almost everywhere
You can hear it in the breeze
Blowing gently through the dusty fields
Working slowly through the trees

Music is most everyplace
Just listen and you'll find
Music in the meadow grass
Music of every kind

The crickets make their squeaky noise
The birds they quack and coo
I hear music, if I'm listening
And I bet that you do too

There is music in a lover's voice
A gentle lilt in what they say
There is music in their breath as well
Listen closely as they lay

Don't close your ears to all that's there
You will miss the orchestra
You have two ears to listen with
Open up, hear nature roar.

Is it infatuation combined with the new lovely scent
With saturation would the hail begin to make a dent
The flirtation fades with each and every hour spent
The deflation sets in on our slow inevitable descent
The stagnation creeps up like another month's rent
As temptation calls out wondering where you went
A Castration can't compare to this type of torment
No frustration in the world like time"s resentment

If you could only flaw less in your never ending search
Go back to the drawing board or maybe even try church

History repeats itself, feelings of heartbroken violence
As you lay next to me breathing a beautiful soft silence

She"ll never truly be free, never let down her guard
Ironically we can never be, both emotionally scarred

Shared memories framed by another fleeting exposure
Shall never come close to providing adequate closure

No matter how this ends my soul will still need a cast
Smiling big as it mends, for moments lived like our last
Optically delusional to the pastures of greener grass so vast
Finally destined to arrive yet can"t stop longing for the past

Tragically we are meant to be, only if we are actually apart
Insane levels of pain tearing through the veins of my heart

Today we are again away, but our time I shall forever cherish
Tomorrow"s just another day without you until I finally perish

Tomorrow came knocking on my door
I wasn’t ready to handle more
Certain comfort in snuggling Yesterday
The memories take us far away

Tomorrow waited and knocked again
“I’m here to stay,” he shouted in
Today helped me hide Yesterday
Just past the kitchen, in the bay

Tomorrow burst in, unwanted
Today claimed his end exalted
I shared a laugh and bite of food
Tomorrow helped change the mood

I wanted Tomorrow to met my Yesterday
We walked past the kitchen, to the bay
I found there my old Today
He became my Yesterday

Yesterday had let himself out the back
He knew I needed Tomorrow intact
Today took his place in silence
Tomorrow become Today to keep balance

Don’t let the past be your top concern
Keep it long enough to learn
Tomorrow will soon be Today
Do not live in Yesterdays