Feeling the sudden autumnal breeze break
The cotton candy sky, so cool and damp
Reflected in glass of the wooded lake
Water only broken by fallen leaves

The stars begin to twinkle with clear light
Moon waxing in her beauty overhead
A warm drink, a warm fire, a warm friend.
With these, I shall spend the cool august nights.

How to convince a man without a cause
the life he leads could ever bring him joy?
Tell him not to linger upon his loss;
move on and apart, be more than a boy.
"It's foolish for you to think of me so.
My choice has already been made for me.
I will pretend I care not for your soul.
You were only a burden unto me."
Tell him those truths and cease thy lying ways.
Thoughts not thine own now dwell within thy mind.
'Twas you who twisted deeper Fortune's blade;
you claimed that you would not cast him aside.
Sorrow, milady, awake or asleep
to no one else I'll trust my heart to keep.

The heart and mind can not be locked away.
Prisoners are eventually set free
and so they wait for the day they will be
But mind and heart have never known delay.
They do not rest until our final sleep
And neither of them on one subject stay
But flit about with every whim each day
Once the path of one is taken, we reap
The scorn of the second, until we tire
Of paths which we had chosen. In faith, leap
To reach green grass along a brighter creek.
Then see that we have lost all we sired
The young are dragged along by heart's desire
without the skill to tame passion's fire

I once knew a man whose heart was more true
And love more pure, joy waxing with each day.
He was but a man, imperfect he knew.
Yet flaws were strength for him to choose his way.
She looked at him, and he looked upon her.
Together better, happiness and more.
Forever joined- both said that they were sure.
Yet they said he was not whom she looked for,
She left him broken without and within.
Made him a boy ashaméd to be seen.
His mind went with his heart and both are gone.
No rest to sooth, for she yet haunts his dreams.
She claims me, and I (quiet and alone)
I have no one to truly call my own.

drip
       drip
               drip

The sky is blue they say

      drip
drip
      drip

My soul is full of rain

I feel it's steady drum
I hear it's quiet sigh

The water clears my eyes.
No longer am I blind.
I see this land of misery,
The way it's meant to be.

Don't want to feel the sun again,
For my soul is filled with rain.

Go and play in your sun,
Don't mind me, have fun!
I'm feeling kinda dreary, so

I'll drip and
drip and
     drip and
drip and

I don't want to be a desert,
I don't want to be a flood.
I was made to be a raincloud,
Dripping just because.

Don't want to see the sun again,
My soul is filled with rain.
I'll drip and drip and drip and drip
and with each drop I'll sing.

drip
    drip
drip

I used to be a razor blade
So bright and sharp from care
I cut and cut and cut and cut,
Steel gleaming oh so fair

I used to be a razor blade
But now my whit is rust
My passions dulled, my metal cooled
And I am afraid

I see those who speak of their life import
I know that they have never tasted Death
And yet sometimes by that selfsame report
They think they know one day they'll draw no breath
They do not arise, gaze within the mirror
They do not deign to think that they are vain
They hold not deep within ***** the fear
That knows they will soon feel Time's waxing pain
But know we not we are one and the same?
For as we bemoan the youth and their faults,
We realize not we have ourselves to blame.
For even we spent time and all for naught.
Alas, it is too late for those to see
Our youth will not retain its own degree