The quiet town slub=mbers under winterA boy runs, a fleeing shadow in the night.His mother, sleeping in worry.A glimmering lake, reflecting a world.The moons silver tresses reflecting.The mountains, a purple shadow afar.They who have no voices.Clad in gold, the mountains glow.A booming beat is on the wind.Heavy footfalls upon the ground.Soldiers come, so all dispair.Crushed young and broken hopes.Life gone.The boy runs, heartbeat quickens.A slumbering town under Winter.Winter that caresses, calm surrounds.Broken calm, it falls like lead.Shouts of men behind, the boy runs.Too late.The bard, singing in the moonlight, see's what others do not.For all is not lost, as the trampled flowers wither,As the sun hides from comming death,Midnight streets running in blood,A call of death echoes.The boy runs, his footfalls a reliefFrom the silence within.His voice cuts the air, muffled.eyes wild, he trips, falls.THoughs flowwing confusedly,He opens the door to see a shadow of death.Masked faces destroy with
:PPThe sun, it shines.A golden light, and so all is not lost.Yet much runs in blood, the midnight streets,lost for a cry of fear, a sweet disorder.Like a ghost to my bed, it stands alone.quivering peals of an echoing song,a shadow of hate.masked faces, blurred faces, they burn in bitter fashion.Yet the sun, it shines.and so all is not lost.
I am this, this, and this.I am the bitter taste that leaves you alone,The snow that falls, covering your sorrow.I am the last voice that whispers,The one who cares, the loudest cry.I say I love you, I say I hate you,The sound echoes from me, lying.I am the velvet flower, opening under blistering sun.The last survivor among the wolves.Someday, I will follow you,Where you go, I will find.With time my pain shall fade,And as will I, with you.
ProblemsWhen you have a problemthat claws at your soulHurtsA friend is there.If a friend had a problemYou would helpLight the wayThrough bitter pain.What if the problem is you?
If onlyIf only we knew whyThe sky surrounds,The animals live,The plants thrive.If we had the knowledgeTo sever the bonds that hold us,To break free,Live life to the fuller,To see.To see the true beauty of the earth.To nurture our hope,And ride bikes instead of driving cars,To take walks outside and look at the stars,And to feel the wind as it shakes the very earth,Or to even see the seal's talk to each other.To make the world a beautiful place again.
ForgottenAlas, poor souls are we.Without the music of ourselves, how can we live in the beautiful world?But is it so?The sky darkens, the animals cry.Trees dwindle, so alas for forgotten times.