Galaxies
Like old time chums who must bet on every game, We know that for us, the game isn’t just a game, We even go to the stadiums, faces painted like raving fans, But at the end, all that remains is
Palace Lights
The darkness of the world snuffs the last of the lights out, If only for half a day, the night has considerable clout, But the night is merely a stage for my insecurities to play, A backdrop so tempting, that
Ten Percent
Often, the stories we hear from unfortunate brothers are the same, Stories of loss, stories of failure to keep ahead in the game, Whatever their story, all that seems to change is the name, The rest is simply different shades,
Unbelong
You created the sun, to enlighten me, enable me to see, And I created a candle, to bring light toward thee, To live on, and spread your message, you gave me the earth, I marked a portion on it, and
Godforsaken
God is not in the sunshine that lights up every morning, He is the very vision that lets you see it dawning, God is in the finger that wipes every tear, Knowing that your fears, only the soul can hear.