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.