NATURE

Wild, Beautiful, Free
Pounding like the blood inside me.
Climbing, Growing, Glowing
Waiting for it to stop snowing.
Night, Stars, Wild Eyes
Time to wait for the sunrise.

War

When swords clang
an answering cry of shields bang.
When arrows fly
many men die.

When bombs go boom
soldiers meet their doom.
The sound of flying speers
means this war will go for years

...and years

PROPHECY

When blood fills the skies
four new heroes will arise.
Yet they will all despise
the spot where the truth lies.

If they loose hope
the hill of victory will slope.
People will not know how to cope
and humanity will die

When the world hears the angels cry

Scorched

The world will fall
on the day of the eagle last call
when there are no more trees
and only the sound of a lone bee

When the rivers run dry
and the clouds never cry
and there is only sun
then nothing more can be done