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.
The BreakupIt's over now. So what? Who cares?'Twas never meant to be.All you've done is open my eyes,you've allowed me to see.Love is a coin - it has two sides,the good side and the bad.The good side will forever light your life,the other can make you sad.Am I sad? No. Mad? Perhaps.But not because of why.More because of how...And the horrid time.The worst Christmas of my life had passed,I needed someone to talk to.Did you not see my desperation?I was throughtlessly avoided by you.So why should I write now?Is it for fun?No, it's been exactly one yearsince the deed was done.
The RiverbedLong ago, in tales of old,there ran a rever deep.The river has since been covered up,the land beneath your feet.This river was the longestthat the world had ever seen.It crossed from end to end, you know,and never touched a sea.This huge, wide river from tales of oldwill be our death one day."But the river is gone! It's all dried up!It's impossible," you say.But please remember where we are -we're in the river's basin.Whenever a glacier melts, you see,we're where the water's racin'.So leave if you want, or stay if you will -are you going to take the chance?If the glaciers melt down, we all will drownand our bodies cease to dance.But until that day, we'll sing and play,have fun and dance around.We'll ward off the day, the fateful day,when the water'll swirl around.
Dark WorldFlying o'er a dune, one sees the gloomof sorrow, unforgotten.It's killed the bees and withered the trees,the greenery is all rottin'.The sun won't rise into the skies,she cannot reach here.The moon's dark gloom shines on the tombsof memories far and near.With purple skies, a real surprisewanderers would find here,but very soon they'll lose their tune,for this place feeds on fear.The water is red, and the flowerbedsare choked with thorny vines.This is the place that takes up spacein the darkest depths of our mind.
TimeSeasons come and seasons go.Soft green grass is covered by snow.When will come the chrysanthemum?Seasons go and seasons come.These days that await, they'll pass us by.People are born, and people will die.They come and go, and at this rateThey'll pass us by, these days that await.Minutes, Seconds, Moments, YearsFilled with joy through so many tears.There's Temptation: she always beckons.Moments, Years, Minutes, Seconds
End of SorrowWithin my chest, in crying pain,my heart beats slowly in my shame.I'm still here; where are the rest?In crying pain within my chest.The wind blows past the sorrowed criesas I stand up to wipe my eyes.They come out, muffled but fast,the sorrowed cries the wind blows past.My choked sobs, the hidden loss,the pain won't fade; I turn and toss.This hated pain, joy it robs.The hidden loss, my choked sobs.An angel comes to cheer me up,leading me like a frightened pup,lifting me off my o'erused bum.To cheer me up, an angel comes.