No man truly understands it's beauty
Although we do appreciate in different ways
Too many people neglect their duty
Understanding not what is passing away.
A tired body
A drained mind
and a calloused heart
Why must I dream
Why must I lie awake with anxiety,
and fearful of rest for what my subconscious may create.
Intellect And Grace
Over time the body's broken
and sorrow fills the cracks
Remorse is in the bloodstream
so sadly we react.
For my dream girl, I'll tell you what:
She'll have dark eyes and a mean strut
She'll smoke and drink and look punk rock,
She'll live free and give life a shock
My girl was in town,