It could happen Any lazy summer day Usual suspects, and a few strays Gather all into the backyard Crucial ingredients under arm: Marshmallows Graham crackers Chocolate bars Who's the best at making fires? There's enough chairs, come, sit here! It's been a hard day's night Now we're singing under the stars. What a fantastic way to spend Any old lazy summer day.
Come with me to the graveyard in Spring With lost souls we will linger until day gives way to evening. We'll lay our picnic blanket under a wise old tree, Share a basket of fruit, and recite poetry. Our declarations of timeless verse Will rouse the ghosts from their ancient tombs Delighted, we will witness As they dance in the pale of the moon. Spot each shooting star with me, Trace the twilight sky Recite the deepest truth with me, Indeed, we too shall die.
Whatís going to happen, And how will it feel? All of a sudden it seems so real. A fear takes hold Iím shrouded in dirt Here lies my body, But where is my soul? Thereís no one here, I feel so cold There's no one here, I feel so cold What matters now, While I'm here? As the darkness surrounds, only one thing's clear. I'm getting old My possessions are few What little I have Will die with me too. And so will you, My darling blue And so will you, My darling blue
You're dripping yellow all over the floor" Sunflower petals that led through the door... Back to a March that went in like a lion That lion persisted, the March was quite sullen The words of dead poets pervaded my soul My senses awakened, I heeded their call Life is a bitter sweet and melancholy song Akin to a lemon-drop melting on the tongue I was dismissive at first of my love for this color The more I gazed upon it, I succumbed to its vigor Determined and radiant through the harshest of showers So happy in my raincoat the color of...
What happened to my energy? My zest for life, my joie de vivre? All the hours in each day Seem to slip and fade away One day bleeds into the next I've lost a year under this hex My search for purpose turns up cold When good things happen, they don't hold There's nothing I can do, it seems, And little comfort comes in dreams. I think I should just end it now Since nothing matters anyhow.
Gentle snowfall, midnight wonder Small white flakes in silent free fall Once green meadow, painted over Soft white canvas o' fallen snow Critter footprints lay in spirals The sole trace of their midnight sprint
The night sky dims As stars fade and then die Never reaching their full potential. With their last breath The Earth is slowly drained of its brilliance. Their face may have smiled But it was a mask Each day growing heavier With Earth's gravitational pull Until they could not take it anymore. And now I look around me, and I wonder what went wrong? Where have all the brave ones gone? Why do only fools live long? I am left with too many questions When a good soul passes on.
Autumn is spreading, rearing its head The trees are each turning to yellow and red Rainbow leaves whisper, they rustle and crack The wind smells of chimneys with smoke in their stacks Pumpkins make faces on every doorstep Sweaters buttoned and boots all strapped Small children frolic in costume and mask To gather up candy and fill up their sacks The daylight shrinks and night takes its hold The ghouls play tricks and you may get trolled No matter how old or what mask you wear, There's magic alive in the crisp autumn air! ...
A loyal soldier of Rome Only wants to get home When a surprise attack Leaves them stranded, wrecked. Gathering survivors He formulates a plan Rescue their commander, Then find the nearest garrison. The Picts will not rest Until each soldier is lifeless! Neither side will relinquish, All those who oppose must be extinguished! Born to be a leader Quintus will fight until the grave Because everybody knows, Being a legend gets you laid!