Coldness
To walk along the snowy path,
to raise my face to feel the soft flakes fall down
and melt into drops of water,
I feel them run down my cheeks
but these bones feel the coldness around me,
for sadness fills my heart and begins to freeze it
s the coldness of this winter has frozen the lands,
does it mean in the springtime my heart will thaw
or will it continue to bare the frozen hand
of your words that gripped my heart?
To walk along the snowy path,
to raise my face to feel the soft flakes fall down
and melt into drops of water,
I feel them run down my cheeks
but these bones feel the coldness around me,
for sadness fills my heart and begins to freeze it
s the coldness of this winter has frozen the lands,
does it mean in the springtime my heart will thaw
or will it continue to bare the frozen hand
of your words that gripped my heart?
The Angel that Fell
What a beautiful angel that fell from above
Such a sweet thing to see
for what you believe and what you feel
will only be the end of you
What a beautiful angel that fell from above
A prince of light, a glorious shining one
cast from your throne up high
to be darkened by the earth
What a beautiful angel that fell from the above
Vanity and conceit where your downfall
You and your army were cast a lot
to reign with chaos in Hell.
What a beautiful angel that fell from above
Such a sweet thing to see
for what you believe and what you feel
will only be the end of you
What a beautiful angel that fell from above
A prince of light, a glorious shining one
cast from your throne up high
to be darkened by the earth
What a beautiful angel that fell from the above
Vanity and conceit where your downfall
You and your army were cast a lot
to reign with chaos in Hell.
Through the Looking Glass
Through the looking glass,
my eyes do see,
A land of wonder and amazement
unknown to the world,
man in a hat whose madder than all,
a white hare being chased from time,
a Queen of stately statue with an angry smile,
ondering where her cards men went.
Through the looking glass,
my eyes do see,
A land of wonder and amazement
unknown to the world,
man in a hat whose madder than all,
a white hare being chased from time,
a Queen of stately statue with an angry smile,
ondering where her cards men went.
The Rain
I stand alone in the pouring rain,
looking to the left of me and to the right,
where has my life gone?
Love had come to me but it left me in pain,
as the rain falls down on my head,
I know those who see me wouldn't notice
the tears from my eyes
I stand alone in the pouring rain,
looking to the left of me and to the right,
where has my life gone?
Love had come to me but it left me in pain,
as the rain falls down on my head,
I know those who see me wouldn't notice
the tears from my eyes
The Guitar
You, that came from the earth
to bring a song into our hearts,
you hold many meanings to each
and everyone who plays your tune,
a strum to a pluck, a high to a low,
melody you bring us and a smile to the heart
You, that came from the earth
to bring a song into our hearts,
you hold many meanings to each
and everyone who plays your tune,
a strum to a pluck, a high to a low,
melody you bring us and a smile to the heart
Free
I await the call of the hounds from Hell
for I know I will return to the dirt
as we were once made of clay,
Only in death, will I be free
of all worry and grief
and I shall rejoice to the sounds
of the fire and flame.
I await the call of the hounds from Hell
for I know I will return to the dirt
as we were once made of clay,
Only in death, will I be free
of all worry and grief
and I shall rejoice to the sounds
of the fire and flame.
The Fall
Fall, I fall down under the ground,
through the tunnel of life,
each way I glance at what my life was
and feel sorrow within my heart,
not worrying where I land
for once I know I reach the bottom
my body will burn and
my soul will be forgotten
in the lake of sorrowness
and those above the hole in this earth,
will no longer remember me,
for time steals memories
and hope and leaves us
Fall, I fall down under the ground,
through the tunnel of life,
each way I glance at what my life was
and feel sorrow within my heart,
not worrying where I land
for once I know I reach the bottom
my body will burn and
my soul will be forgotten
in the lake of sorrowness
and those above the hole in this earth,
will no longer remember me,
for time steals memories
and hope and leaves us
The Hero
In the hour of Homer, there was a nymph who bore a son,
not just any son, but one who would be a mighty warrior,
this mother did fret as she did not want him to die,
so this infant child she took and dipped in the river Styx,
Oh this infant child did cry, and cry as he must,
for when he grown to a man, he fell a great fall for
he had one weakness that was known by all.
In the hour of Homer, there was a nymph who bore a son,
not just any son, but one who would be a mighty warrior,
this mother did fret as she did not want him to die,
so this infant child she took and dipped in the river Styx,
Oh this infant child did cry, and cry as he must,
for when he grown to a man, he fell a great fall for
he had one weakness that was known by all.