Fall DaysThe summer it does fly Flocks of geese Fill the sky. The leaves they turn to gold and red They fall gently Winters bed.Fall Days
The cool crisp mornings Come later in the day The twilight creeps towards noon The eve filled with a soft gloom.
The harvest moon rises Dark gold close to the horizon The soft call of the owl Can be heard in the break of day.
The soft rustle of the squirrel As he prepares his winter stash Is the only sound you hear As you walk a hidden path.
SorryI'm sorry for what I should have done I'm sorry for what I should have said I'm sorry that you'll never know I'm sorry I left words unsaidSorry
I know I could have been a better friend I know things might have been different in the end Who knows what might have been We could have been something you and I
I'm sorry that I leave you now I'm sorry for the hurt you'll feel I'm sorry that I couldn't stay I'm sorry for the tears you'll cry
I think back and remember I wonder will I ever feel again I know I didn't mean much to you But I have fond
BladeThe blade in my hands Black as night cold as ice Dripping with the blood of nations Looking outward turning inwardBlade
I feel a snap as something inside me breaks I feel the pain pour over me in waves Looking down at bloodstained hands Tears stream down like rain I turn my face to the heaves, Screaming out the pain I feel
The rage of war to not know what it was all for I call out to the gods for answers But only silence reaches my ears. Why were we brought to this world Scattered across this earth To do murder for the name of peace
Who healsWho heals the healer? Bodies laying broken and torn Energy pours mending flesh and bone They exhaust themselves Heal the fighters up to kill once moreWho heals
Who heals the healer? Putting together a broken mind Memories to drive one insane Melding with the soul Blending to make them whole
Who heals the healer? There is only so much pain That one soul can take Where do we go to make us whole When our hearts break where do we go
Who heals the healer? The ones that have been Come back to us Returning what we gave
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...One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place....
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...One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place....
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