| As the Rockslide Tumbles... |
| If the Time should Come.. If the time should come Where God giveth thy Kiss When silence is golden And ignorance is bliss I say to you In these last words I love you dear More than anything on Earth If the time should come When I'm not here Remember that I'll always be near If the time should come Where I no longer exist Please know that I love you And I say it with bliss If the time should come When all hope is lost I'll be at your side At any given cost If the time should come Where I'm high amongst birds Please know that I love you These are my last words |
| As the Rockslide Tumbles As the rockslide tumbles Rolling down the peak I turn to you For it's the last time we speak As the rockslide tumbles And toils away I hold you close But know nothing to say As the rockslide tumbles And twists with greive I'm losing you faster I cannot upheave As the rockslide tumbles All hope is lost The empty days Are paid with cost But love is strong The world no longer here Even though the rockslide tumbles I'll still hold you near |
| Lonliness Lonliness An empty cry Window shutters banging against the frame Figures in a room standing still One moment in time with no meaning With no say With no trace of feeling Walking sideways in a twisted world A room full of people A gathering crowd With no ears All of them deaf Dead to your mouth Alive to the world Loneliness Wandering through a tunnel with no light With no hope of getting out Sitting in a room full of people Screaming, yelling, crying No one to hear No one to see Loneliness |
| Chains of Grief If I could only know the truth..speak the truth..say the truth... I would not be bounded by these chains of grief... Why must my foolish pride take my life and slam it to the ground, only leaving me cold and left alone in the dark to fend for myself? If not love, what is this pain I feel? This yearning burning sensation in my heart and soul that longs to be set free like the wind through the trees on a long summer day with the sun shining bright on a warm day of May? Take love's arrow and shoot it through my heart For it is in this arrow that the game of love may be played But when will these chains of grief be released? When love has taken its toll? How can I know that some day I may never be so bold, as to laugh in love's face and call it a fool... And to take up a stand to say that its rule is cold and unyielding and wicked and cruel... So bounded by these chains I face The blood broken curse of hell.. If only some day I may be released Of this foul spoken curse of a spell |