Voice
Let these words be heard after a long empty coloured silence
First it was She, the one with the national pastime of ruining birthdays
Cutting you are my dear, I have thought this often
I appreciate that it must be hard to be unfulfilled
And that cage of excuses requires a certain level of garden maintenance
But if you follow the light at the end of the motorway
I hope the rose garden you find is far from mine, with miles of concrete between us
Let the ocean absorb your wasteful words and lingering bitterness into an acre of regret
In no uncertain terms, the Doctor wouldn't prescribe you as a cure for ill health
With my Voice, I shatter these mirrors and leave your path of sweet destruction
With my Voice, I protect my identity, wish you well...leave you at the foot of the mountain.
Second it is She, a wonderful sunrise upon a darkened universe
With bounds of positive exciting energy, we meet in a desert full of people and dance
A dreamy figure, lest I forget...have we already met?
Cool wind on my face, I am not afraid of bearing these scars
They have not healed, neither have I, yet it doesn't seem to matter
Anticipation, the drink of the brave, so why should I be afraid?
A reminder to be playful and keep the doors of the mind open
I know that when it comes together, I shall be proud
And they will know from this Sun to the other...All, the rich and the monsters
With my Voice I welcome her into my arms
With my Voice I tell her about a Jewel from the past and the legacy of the future.
Third it is I, by far the one most suited to becoming a poetic page-turner
A life, a beating heart and deadly cold blood
The Owl who soars in darkened skies to remember while others recover
Though enigmatic, not on purpose, clear sighted and courageous...also not on purpose
A silver streak of poison, a sharpened blade into dry cracked Earth
Hungry for change, with purpose
Faith-Filled-With-Lust-Caution-Darkness-A-True-Calling
They say I am contradictory, they say they can't trust a Hunter
With a glimmer of malice, I bow my head and understand
My Friends, it takes a Warrior with experience
My Friends, accept that you do not understand the force behind a cyclone
Do not blame the cyclone
With my Voice I begin to uncover Loyal Souls
With my Voice I mutate, act, play, hide, express, break the chains of who I am.
First it was She, the one with the national pastime of ruining birthdays
Cutting you are my dear, I have thought this often
I appreciate that it must be hard to be unfulfilled
And that cage of excuses requires a certain level of garden maintenance
But if you follow the light at the end of the motorway
I hope the rose garden you find is far from mine, with miles of concrete between us
Let the ocean absorb your wasteful words and lingering bitterness into an acre of regret
In no uncertain terms, the Doctor wouldn't prescribe you as a cure for ill health
With my Voice, I shatter these mirrors and leave your path of sweet destruction
With my Voice, I protect my identity, wish you well...leave you at the foot of the mountain.
Second it is She, a wonderful sunrise upon a darkened universe
With bounds of positive exciting energy, we meet in a desert full of people and dance
A dreamy figure, lest I forget...have we already met?
Cool wind on my face, I am not afraid of bearing these scars
They have not healed, neither have I, yet it doesn't seem to matter
Anticipation, the drink of the brave, so why should I be afraid?
A reminder to be playful and keep the doors of the mind open
I know that when it comes together, I shall be proud
And they will know from this Sun to the other...All, the rich and the monsters
With my Voice I welcome her into my arms
With my Voice I tell her about a Jewel from the past and the legacy of the future.
Third it is I, by far the one most suited to becoming a poetic page-turner
A life, a beating heart and deadly cold blood
The Owl who soars in darkened skies to remember while others recover
Though enigmatic, not on purpose, clear sighted and courageous...also not on purpose
A silver streak of poison, a sharpened blade into dry cracked Earth
Hungry for change, with purpose
Faith-Filled-With-Lust-Caution-Darkness-A-True-Calling
They say I am contradictory, they say they can't trust a Hunter
With a glimmer of malice, I bow my head and understand
My Friends, it takes a Warrior with experience
My Friends, accept that you do not understand the force behind a cyclone
Do not blame the cyclone
With my Voice I begin to uncover Loyal Souls
With my Voice I mutate, act, play, hide, express, break the chains of who I am.