Cry in the Cradle Listen my friend, to what cries in the cradle...Is it innocence? Is it life?Or is it us?
A Splinter on the Moon A splinter on the moon.If the moon bleeds,will my heart be outdone?
Pawprints on the Snow The cold winter eveNo foot prints on the white snowBut bloody paw prints
I Won't Just Lay Down and Die I Won't Just Lay Down and DieI won't say it's high and mightyBut I won't just lay down and dieTorn rags and broken knucklesSmeared blood, all over And the tear scraping downOh, I know you want me to restTo call it a day and go to bedAmorous call of bread and wineAnd the sensual touch of a pillowOpen a bottle, champagne and ice!Drink up hearties, and a toast to lifeCozy hold to a naked bosomAnd a crown and a throneJust to come byOh, I know no one's offeringAll but not a dream...I'll dress my wounds I'll rest while I canHave a drink of waterAnd wait till sun bloomsAnd then I'll punch againSome bones a
After the Rain Rain drops fellOn the dusty floorThey broke, they bledThey cried and weptSoaked in rainAnd drenched in painI wished I could cryLet me cry for nothingFor the thing that wasLet me cry for nothingThat is now notAnd will never... ever... beLost in memoriesOut of wordsVoice failed, in my heartWith yearning heart andAn aching mindAn eon to pass byI wished I could cryLet me cry for nothingFor the thing that wasLet me cry for nothingThat is now notAnd will never... ever... be
The Battles End Singing arrows and lightning swordsGrowling cannons and the dance of the horseDied were men for a faith they were boundA bleeding sword stood planted to the ground
Rocks under Rails They bear sun and rainWitness the dust and painThey bear shocks and shuddersUnder go all what it mattersNothing and everything to gainUnmoved they remainUnder the heavy rails that no one stareThey are unnoticed, but they are thereWorthless to many, priceless in needThey remain there, aren't they indeed?
Call of Wild Heart The call of the forest;Call of the heartOh, my daring forestI will obey the call of the wild.Call of wildDeep inside,Yelling me out of my skinDeep inside,Thumping of my heartCalling again, once againTo the deepest of the 'Oriente'Calling so hardThis savage will be backBack to the heart of the forestI will run swift, I willTo the call of my wild heart
End of the Days Then flashes will flareShall we scream in frightStill there will be no one to careAbout your or my rightThere was no big problemOf the gun shotsNot a single comment from usAbout the graves being dugThings were fine for it wasn't much a fussUntil all were gone and they came for us“Let him go, he's not the one”Somebody told so butThe voice came from noneAt least there is none left to preachThat life is dead while conscience is in sleep
Odyssey So I marched on many ways.Thousands of milesThousands of leaguesThrough dusty lanes, muddy marshesAnd jungle tidesThrough freezing ice bergs, burning desertsAnd dusky rain forests,Through sunny beaches, blue grassy landsAnd filthy harbours,Stopped hereAnd stopped thereSlept in city streets, in country lanesKnocked thousand doorsAnd asked thousand timesFor nothing butTo return home half-deadAt lastI found it in my garden!
Broken Walk I walk towards westI walk aloneNo one tails meNo one trails meEven my shadow lags behindI walk aloneI walk westSun seems to be settingThe red gold lightShines on my face with no gloryPity no one's here to seeWhen dusty breeze slaps hardI walk aloneNo whistle of a doveNot a howl of the windIts only my breath which singsHeart beats now and thenAnd tells me that I lived, once upon a timeWhen it's all just a memoryI walk westI walk alone towards westI hear my footsteps fading awayFar away in the distanceI am passing into a distanceWhere I cannot seeI see myself far away Passing like a shadow
The Legend Continues After that they teach you: the newcomer.You see what they want you to see,Of course that's what they seeYou see that you can see what they seeThen you see what you want to seeAfter that you teach the newcomers To see what you want them to see,Of course that's what you seeThey see that they can see what you seeThen they see what they want to seeAfter that they teach the newcomersTo see what they want them to see,Of course that's what they seeNot to see what they don't seeSo on ...And the Legend Continues ......
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