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.
