.: of war and stars :.As swords rang out o'erheadtwo opponents joined in warthe clouds did part, and in the skyshone the brilliant morning star.The light cut through the still-dark sky,white satin cast on steel,as if the Heavens were crying outto make one last appeal."Children of Earth, still your blades,let the malice in you depart.For though your minds may be at waryou are brothers bound by heart."But man never listens to angels,and men, they battle stillperhaps one day they'll heed the cry,or perhaps they never will.
.: speaking tones :.While I speak the Queen's EnglishI see everything as a burst of colourwhere sound means nothingand silence just accentuates the sceneYour tone of voice caught me off guardyou speak with a tuneexplaining what my world of colours really showsdaring to challenge my paintingI'll write your lyricsif you give me musicwhat a pleasant diversionfrom the darkened poetry I writemake the millionstake the creditand I'll just smileas the colors wash the world
.: reflect :.Let's take a look backdancing down memory lanetripping over the loose stonesthat I probably should fixThere's a pain in my chestbut maybe that comes with the territorythere's a mess in my headbut I'm sure that's just meI'm longing for the glory daysthat I lost not loing agoand scrambling for my footholdunder the strange new dawn I seeMy net is getting biggerbut my fall is getting higherand as much as I climb downthe rock face shoots upI can see all of your facesalthough I'm a million miles awayand I know you'll try your bestto keep me from the abyssJust give me one more daylet me go out in my blaze of glorybut catch me as I fallso I can live to smile again