Lest We Let the LightLest we let the light burn outand ignite a hopeless soul, for it's that candle flickeringthat drives out the trembling cold.From the days of broken knights to the perils of today, it's the kiss of golden lightthat brings all of war to bay.And should we let that fire die, we'd surely lose our path,for it's the luminous sparkthat guides us in the aftermath.Yes, without a hint of moonlight, our hearts would be too faint, as it's the simple glow a flarin' that mends every ounce of pain.Lest we let the light burn out and ignite a hopeless soul, for if we allow it to shed away, we'd surrender our faith to fools
A World of ColorIf I could fall so deep within my sleep,I'd dream of fantasieswhere all is bright,even through the nightwith colors of neon green.And under the emerald skythat lingers high,I'd dip into the bluewhere mermaids swayand little fishes play until the break of noon. Then in the fieldswhere red fruits yield,I'd climb the golden treesand feel all the loveof heaven aboveas I fly into the breeze.Then later onwhen it reaches dawn,I'd dance under the sunthat gently beams and shines upon my dreamsand moves me forever on.
Lost LoverI woke up to a world entangled in white, where the black trees coexisted with light. And the ice fell swiftly upon my pale skin,waking me and making me feel alive again.Enchanting it was, but it left me so cold,as I was yearning to find my lover to hold. Somewhere deep in the darkness of dusk, I had lost him to the wintry must.So I searched for him again and again,shouting his name in the depths of the wind. But no matter how hard I tried to speak, I could feel the ice sealing my lips so weak.Then in the distance I could hear a soundthat said, "Darling, won't you come around?" It shook me and made me feel empty ins
Battle at the BallOnce upon a time,I went to a balland met a fine princeso handsome and tall. He asked me to danceand so I said, "sure!"What a divine romanceuntil I saw her...She came up to meand put on a smirk, then degraded my dresslike any prince stealing jerk. She said, "Oh dear prince,won't you dance with me?"So he took her hand and left unhappily.Her gown was so rich, yet her perfume - so cheap. She had the men drooling at the edge of her feet.Indeed, I was flusteredby this temptress of a girl. So I devised a planthat would make her toes curl. I picked up some juicefrom the back banquet halland carried
Ice AgeHe wraps his arms around me ever so slowlylike a blanket of silk encapturing my body.Above us there is nothing but the cold,this cold that aims to consume our lungs and leave us feeling sick or weakened.Not even the moon could offer to usany signs of warmth or sympathy. Instead it just lingers in the dark skylike a blue melted cookie, half-eaten.So looking into his crystallized eyes, I try to find some comfort or refuge.I try to look past his numb winter faceand peer into a soul that has a glow.But that's hard to do when he's so frozenlike an iceberg off the coast of the Atlantic. I suppose I look the same way to