GroundedMany a day has passed us by;will we earn our wings and learn to fly?Or be we stuck upon this ground, so cold,until this land we live on grows old?Forever grounded, we wistfully gazeup to the sky throughout all our days.The birds in the sky, so happy, so free,so luckily unlike both you and me.
VengeanceAn ackward pause, a silent scream;crystal tears, two tiny streams.A broken heart wrapped with gauze;a silent scream, an ackward pause.Flying high, but nevermore,thrash out, lash out, even the score.Ripping wings, vengeance nigh,and nevermore flying high.Holy sanctum, evil mirth,fading quickly in guilt's birth.Muffled sobs chase, as they come,evil mirth in a holy sanctum.
ClimbingLife is like a story, love is like a treefar too tall to reach the top, yet luring wonderfully.Good lookers are the first to reach the highest of the limbs,they get knocked down and climb back up with eyes that never dim.The talented are next in line, they scuttle up the tree,wanting to be useful and also wanting to be free.After them come the shy, hiding all we know,climbing up our lonely way, we sadden as we go.The fearful ones will follow them, rising very scaredly,fallen many times before, they're clinging very barely.Last of all come the haters, ones who hate all else:refuse to love somebody if that someone's not themself.Many climb and many fall,and some will never climb at all.
Celestial BeingsThe sun, she sits up past the cloudsand keeps the sky alight.Later on, it is her jobto light the moon at night.The moon, she shines all through the nightto dimly light the waydown the path the path-takers taketo meet the brand new day.The stars in the sky forever shine;they're this world's unshed tears.They'll sparkle and glisten, enrapturing uslong beyond our years.
Innocent DestructionRipping through rows upon rows of columns,all dancing with a little light,soon the wind will snuff them out,ending the flame's tiny plight.The fire blinks out with a smoky plume,the columns are ripped out of the ground.The columns, coated with creamy delight,removed while cheering abounds.Then splitting apart and moving the ground,the pieces are torn apart.Children devour, with joyous cheers,what once was a piece of art.