It ain't me...
It ain't need...
It ain't seen...
It ain't lead...

So called urge, to wrap a callous soul
Around a gun, fair time in a handful of rice?
Spare or set in one's ways, obvious to a loll
Taken to right's and unearthed memories, a soldier of spice

Will know this, the tact of heed for a greater picture
Silence is a waiting woman, men with a role of decency
True to their since and amen, we are to adjust to a surety
With a reason and a fact, that has the world for history

Intellect, for a finished lip
In the swoon and rhyme, we select for dance?
Realize a care of me, the youth I give, is it
Time to tell, the notion of courtesy, with blindness we stance

****, motivated to a call, the worth in a capable let
Of legend and myth, mixed until hell freezes over
Future anxious, further anxiety...
Has you on the fence, with a sense, of younger lover's?

Judge honesty, in the yard...
Welcoming the party of decision and vote, the tows of sweet
Water and youth; are we the skill of might, in the sight to pardon?
Saving you from the done, and by willing forces, a livid secret...

Fame is a vanity on the move
Spare and persuaded for a cue
Of powers and share, we ne'er avoid sanity
To look far and wide, a promise that has made due

Alacrity, to voice a uniqueness's opinion
Half and tendered start, to a rallying curiosity
Shall to fore, the image of integrity we mean
Lend adore or worth, to a sight of virtuosity...

Milling about, and rather to tell a tale
Of assurances vices, time thought a reason
With a courage of distance and heraldry, never fail
The cause of patience is for our meager and silent season

Resolute, and intoned with irony
Yet to be named a savior of decency, in quiet norms
The instinct of decision is us, a heart of cacophony
To be renamed bastion's judgment, for a sate that forms

A willful liberty, to atone a future of commit
A stirring hour, that is to be found with simple purity
A gestures fancy, turned to chaste, that has a new whit
A levity's scope, to tell a new story of your peace, and charity

Fame is a family of more
Same and safety to incline a reach, of better ideals
Real enough to claim a certain ask and beheld, implied or
Special and heiring a stone, we find was a sight to heal...

Friends and lovers
Sat for the question, we live to be
Asked this thought, over and over
Will a hopes seclusion give us time, to need?

Truth and fondness
Till a clover has its music, a wish
In the stars to remain, the courage to bless
A tale of summation, we found for a kiss...

Patience and handsomeness
Taken to reason, the irony of another here
And now the fun we season with a smile, coming for us
The turn of history into a waiting gift, too liberal to near?

Resolve and heroism
Today was the idea, the hour to ponder
Thoughts of conscience in a handful of kindness
Strong in the voice we let, limes and light we wonder...

Story's and worthiness
Simple ideals in love, with a new guidance
Of virtue in our esteem, the ironic guest
To know, in vice we sow, hearts of romance?

Steadfast
And arriving in bared eyes, to darken a room
Curious over the name of a voice that has
The time, with a risk to turn long looks, of doom...

Into a vanity of sorts
The walking upheaval or the heed of a share
We find too much more than a pace of distance, and mores
Of a clash with sincerity that has the look of simple care

Wall's, begins the voice
Have two names for it, et. al.
Heroine, we see your destiny, the total of choice
Made to order and select its own, as if flowers predict well

Dourly, the notion of implied faces, and their new nature
Of a waiting star, some were about, some were now
Some were a hero, to know seldom with a such, a curiosity
In the spare tastes and freedoms we make a romance, so how...

Turns of light into a sharing heart?
The sacred in a wondering heat, is a creation to view a need
With the solemn, to say with a new voice, shall and part
Let the day save its wealth in our hands, the person and the deed

Beauty so let, daring a legend
Have a soul for a second, something to do...
With a season to say when, a here after in tradition
Is our blessing come from the beginning, we knew...

Hint from a fire
Set in marvel's simplicity
To tell the tale of senses, we seek for ire
A total of essence with a risk, towards complacency

Shadows of contempt, the irony of final ends
Sharing and staring, caring for a friend
With lasts and youth, to swear to a legend
Aren't we the chosen, with guidance and silence...?

Stirs of ancient heat, the truth to be told
Today is a intuition vied for, a view of seldom
And chances lover, with a carnal tooth, are we to hold
A chastity in arms of duress, or is a liberty ours to come?

Taint a rhyme, but a reasons song?
Pain and peradventure, the truth was a fashionable lip
Sour and curious, tomorrow is for the irony we wronged
With a step in the right direction, with a notorious gift...

Here and now, the strength of vice
When sweet is a rage, saying the devil is in love
Have the conscience of victory's small, but elect to our sigh's?
When a hope has a creation to run, isn't their a clue to offer...

Adage known so well
Remember me, when you see a rainbow
Still to edge towards eternal this, a real enough bell
In heaven, to remind a fate of persuasions, how...

Home in the soon
Well worth reasons, to verify the coming and going
Of shared ideas, of silence we are born to rue
The causes we adore or war, a shall in the holding

Hope with a remorse, to tell the other side of the truth
Them and service to an ideal, conscience
Is a relationship with deed and heed, a powers youth
To wager in loving circles, the irony of us, is peace's silence

Speaking up
With the appropriate few, the sooner
We begin to build such a house, a corner of us
Is to be a clash with sorrow and its meaning, a world undue to heir?

The reality of a new limit, if not light
To gather the season of vice, and a voice to maintain
The quality of freedom we know will, for all's truer might
The composure of firsts, a legend to tell the more, we can

Lots of love
Set to a romantic first
Introduce the since, for a reality, enough
Of a kindness to distance ourselves from worsts

Introduce ancient minds
Worth one more note, than a callous seem
Today we announce our best, bless me for feeling
The moment with your words, a person's whim

Loan me the tools
To take the times, to a reason in strength
If not liberty, that has minded the fools
Of vice, versions of common poise, we hear by length

Take the time, to the seasons
Merely, most and mighty meant
Seasons that came and went with our reaches
For simplicity to be a quiet interval to guises we, lent

Find me when the party is over
Chances are, now in the throe of destiny tired
And ready to see the world in a new light, a new lover?
Perhaps a shadow of even more, a lip's imagination acquired