My bed is warm
My bed is kind
My bed will always take the time

To keep me safe
And let me rest
From all that would try their best

To wake me to a world of noise
A thousand things to do or think
When I would rather lay in bed
Ignoring all, yet never dead

The nether hells that fill with fear
Shall ever be allowed to reign.
Forever would I tarry here
In circumstance that brings me pain.

For in the forging flame of hate,
Is purified the steel of man,
To hammer out a course for fate
And callouses the heart and hand.

Awaken now to chance's curse
Behold and rage against the lot
That life has deemed you to be worth
And then we die to ripe and rot,
Our steel conquering Earth

She fell and fumbled my heart.
She dropped it again and again.
But your hands are steady and kind.
I can't stop fumbling for words,

Hey

The night looks different unto me,
Forever different it will be.
Others too have seen as I;
others too have watched the sky:
The quiet holes pierced in the veil,
the silver rider as he sails
Across the river in the sky.
Many look at darkened sky,
Many never knowing why
Our eyes are pulled forever up.

I pity those who do not know
the beauty that the heavens show.

I watched him run into the night
Filled with stormy tears
To relieve his fears

I waited for him through the night
He left his coat and phone
And he never came home

Some things you just don't wanna hear
Some things you can't believe
The truth is always laying there
Somewhere in between

But deep inside our heart of hearts
We knew what he would do

Poems lead by emotion
To delve beneath our skin
Bring peace to soul's commotion
And soothe the stains of men
But when the heart has gone awry
Poetry cannot win

Eyes that shun the light of day
They close and just can't stay
Awake

When the night has vanquished day
My eyes may close but always stay
Awake