When beauty breaks and falls asunder
I feel no grief for it, but wonder.
When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,
I keep no chip of it for token.
I never had a man for friend
Who did not know that love must end.
I never had a girl for lover
Who could discern when love was over.
What the wise doubt, the fool believes
Who is it, then, that love deceives?
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always say to you
We know the fight will never last
but still the amount they do
I'd like to say I'm sorry for everything I put you through.
It kills me when we fight, and it scares me too
I always make you cry and it kills me when you do
As I write this now, I know this much is true
I love you with all my heart and will always be with you.
Three times spun our gallant ship.
Three times round spun she.
Three times spun our gallant ship, sunk too deep for the devil to see.
Come young, come old.
See wealth untold.
See diamonds and gold sink down, sink down.
Come young, come old.
Come line up to see the wealth of a nation called unto me.
I ain't got the key to the chest you seek, and I ain't got no map ye can find.
For there ain't no map to the deep, deep, deep.
There ain't no map to the deep.
Whisper in the yard and turn the trees all into toys
Lay there on the ground, and turn the dirt into your joy
From what I see and what I know, it's all been boring lately
So I suggest we trade a question mark in for a maybe
Time your riddles right, and make a point that has no sense
Make sure that you're smiling, and the money's been well spent
Innocence and ignorance, it all goes hand in hand
I'm not sure that I'm right, but I hope you'll understand
I hope that you're still searching for the start that has no end
And all the plastic people have now become your friends
Before you start to drift and your soul begins to scream
I just wanted to tell you that you're listening to a dream
I saw a star slide down the sky,
Blinding the north as it went by,
Too burning and too quick to hold,
Too lovely to be bought or sold,
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet
You've got the pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll!
Flotsam! Jetsam! Now I've got her, boys!
The boss is on a roll!
This poor! Un! For! Tunate! Sooooooooooollllllllllll
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master; If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
There Shall Be A Story Told.
A Story Unlike Other Story's.
Story Of A Lonely Angel.
Some Might Even Call Him God.
He Changed His Face.
He Changed His Friends.
He Changed His Home.
And Yet He Can Never Change His Fate.
A Fate To Be Alone.
He Died And Died Again.
He Died A Death, But Stayed Alive.
Alive, Yet Dead, He Walks Alone.
His Heart So Broken It Beats In Two.
Last Of His Race; His Ship Is Too.
His Companions Live A Life And Dreamed A Dream.
And Love The Life They Have With Him.
Then In The Whisper Of A Breath.
He Left, And Now He's All Alone Again.
Some Say He Is A Mad Man, With A Box.
Who Fought With Gods And Demons Too.
He Is Like Fire, And Ice, And Rage.
He Is Ancient And Forever.
He Goes By Many Names.
We Know Him As A Doctor.
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.
Who will cry for the little boy, lost and all alone?
Who will cry for the little boy, abandoned without his own?
Who will cry for the little boy? He cried himself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little boy? He never had for keeps.
Who will cry for the little boy? He walked the burning sand.
Who will cry for the little boy? The boy inside the man.
Who will cry for the little boy? Who knows well hurt and pain.
Who will cry for the little boy? He died and died again.
Who will cry for the little boy? A good boy he tried to be.
Who will cry for the little boy, who cries inside of me?
We are vastly different,
And yet there's common ground.
You're the warmth of the sun, I'm a blossoming flower,
You're the moon's glow, I'm a tranquil stream's power.
The stars you embody twinkle in my eyes,
Though we exist separate, we feel love's ties.
We dance to rhythms of life and its wonders,
Drawn to each other, star-crossed lovers.
Our love is endless, boundless and true,
Through the light and the darkness, we see it through.
You and I, together or apart,
Forever in love, heart to heart.
I've lived for eons, beyond all count,
When dragons roamed and ruled about,
When kings ascended regal thrones,
I saw it all, those grandiose zones.
I've watched as presidents rose and fell,
Celebrities, empire builders as well,
Experienced both joy and bitter strife,
And now I ponder, reflecting on life.
I wonder what the gods might see,
When they gaze upon humanity,
Do they spy towering spires to the skies,
And marvel at our planes that fly?
Or perhaps they view with saddened eyes,
As rockets soar, we fuel demise,
For what if what they see instead,
Is all the hurt and pain widespread?
How far the mighty human race has fallen,
Our selfish ways a stain upon our face.
What if our greed and evil ways,
Have left us lost in this dismal maze?
Let us aspire to rise again,
To be our better selves, to mend,
To rebuild, to heal and to sustain,
A brighter future for all to gain.
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet the days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year is gone,
And I never see my old friend's face,
For Life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men:
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.
"To-morrow," I say, "I will call on Jim
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But to-morrow comes -- and to-morrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner -- yet miles away,...
"Here's a telegram sir,..."
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
