On the rocks
The sultry siren
sings a seductive song to
naive little fools.
The sultry siren
sings a seductive song to
naive little fools.
Cry your eyes out now
then wipe your cheeks, stand back up,
live like they would want.
A soul
breathes its last breath
and goes off to heaven
but the children don’t remember…
Lucky.
The world is drowning
but Mother Nature lives on
in the rose garden.
Let go of your fears
and quit holding your tears
you could part the skies
with all of your sighs
over the years.
She had never felt
a love quite like this before –
she felt safe with him.
The curtain rises
and the people fall silent
with rapt attention.
In the heart of the night
when things seem most stark,
don’t give up the fight,
and face down the dark.
I know you feel weak,
like you’ve already lost,
but standing there meek
carries too great a cost.
Courage doesn’t stand
in the absence of fear;
it’s what you hold in your hand
when your terrors are near.
So stand at the ready, prepared for war
and give all your nightmares a proper what for.
The river flows on,
the world turns, the seasons change,
just as it should be.
Whispers
from the deep dark
“You are not strong enough
there is no way you can survive
“Give up”
you have got to be kidding me.
I’m worlds stronger than some
godforsaken
whispers.”