I don't feel safe she called
Between giggles and squeals of delight
And It took everything I had
Not to tell her she wasn't

She lie dying in the hospital
Liver failure of the most innocent type
Not two days old and she had a foot in the grave
The doctors tried, and tried
UV, IV, Lights and drips and even ***** donations.
The nurses came and went
And the mother was worried sick
And then they prayed.
The father and his father
The mother and all her friends.
Her grandmother, her aunts and uncles and cousins.
And the grandfather prayed. He stood over her as she laid in the cradle and crossed his hands in prayer; head bowed humbly before his God.
And he called her his Little Kestrel.
The pastor's prayer did the trick
And she recovered nice and quick.
The baby grew and grew and continues still to grow
Making everyone who prayed thankful and proud for all she'd become.
And soon she will be a full grown Kestrel; ready to take flight with full fledged beauty for the world the behold
Ready to take flight and show her grandfather
What a Kestrel she had become

The night stars twinkle like the spotlights I used to know
Clear and fresh the silent air stirs with wind
Pierced by struggles and cries of innocence
The rush of Justice kicks in
And the night is quiet again
The night is mine to seize as I choose
Through training and greif I sprouted wings
And in the night I soar
Like the Bat himself

It's just a grave
Of a soldier, young and brave.
No body does it keep,
And few visit or weep.
I alone,
Sit by this stone.
And yet I know,
Though it brings me greif and woe,
It is not he,
Who lies beneath me.
There is no soul
For me to love and console.
Sadly, I must admit
With all my clever, all my wit
There is nothing here, save
This lonely old grave.

I've carried it.
The burden of my house; it's gone.
I burried it.
Far down the road; It's wrong.
I've been wary.
It's a curse, a nightmare and song.
I've tarried.
And for that my days are long.
I was married.
Until the curse found them; drug them along
The consequence varied.
But no one escaped; the curse is strong.
The sin plauged all who carried it.
Its been the burden of my house for too long.
I've burried it.
Down in my grave where it belongs

Sometimes I feel empty
Empty like this bottle
Laying at my feet
Empty like your smile
Worn and beat
Empty like the land
Desprate in the heat
Empty like the city
Not a friendly face to greet
Empty and alone
My fate is obsolete
I'm sorry
For the emptiness in me

Coffee burnt breath
A Chocolate twinged touch
Strawberry kisses
And this is a bit much

Idle day dreams
A Careless scribbled note
Roseberry glances
And you gave me your coat

Dizzy drunken stares
A table for two
Blueberry whispers
And Its just me and you

Dying old age
A well placed blow
Blackberry wishes
And my love  had to go

Coffee burnt breath
A chocolate twinged touch
Strawberry kisses
And alas it was never enough