Remains

She fills up her day
Leaving no moment to waste
Better to move on
Than wallow in place

She takes in the sun
The promise of April’s sigh
Politely she smiles as
strangers pass her by

Street lamps
Turn to gold
Curtain splits for the show
and no one 
can ever see the pain
of what remains

She sits at a desk
That she keeps bare and plain
doing far more than she should
for what she gets paid

She knows what to say
To the women in the aisles
Telling their tales of
homes filled with child

Street lamps
Turn to gold
Curtain splits for the show
and no one 
can ever see the pain
of what remains

She closes her eyes
the darkness a cavern to climb
all that she yearns for
is hidden from the light

She touches his brow
Cradles her angel to sleep
A memory holding a candle to  
what will never be again

Street lamps
Turn to gold
Curtain splits for the show
and no one 
can ever see the pain
of what remains

Soldiers of Misfortune

The pitter patter of the innocent   
Becomes a soldier’s march into despair   
Soft eyes filled with morning mist  
Quickly turn to stone    
In the heat of 
Father’s glare  

A tiny little whisper sets the poison drip
To turn the gentle mind to twist like twine
and soon the truth becomes a lie
the sun becomes a blight     
As shown through
Father’s eyes  

When will they know
When will they know
When will they know
Peace

Father gasps the poison air
dying on a bed of silk and stone
the children grown weep at his throne
and with a lash of his venom tongue
the soldiers vow to
march on

When will they know
When will they know
When will they know
Peace

Soar

Hopeless, does it seem?
A kite without a wind to blow
A field without a seed to sow

Helpless, do you feel?
A song without a symphony
A star without a sky to gleam
And all that’s left is yesterday
Fading to haze

I will see you soar
rising where the eagles ride the wind
I will raise my chin
listen as the angels sing their hymns
I will love you more
Surely as the waves will wash the shore
I will see you soar 

Empty, don’t you feel
I will be a hand to hold
The fires warmth
To winters cold
We’ll take this world of earth and clay
And live the day

I will see you soar
rising where the eagles ride the wind
I will raise my chin
listen as the angels sing their hymns
I will love you more
Surely as the waves will wash the shore
I will see you soar