Time had stopped, it was amazing
The stars had been smiling, the night, I first held your hand
The world met your eyes, it was brazing
The scars had been healing, the ones, I didn’t quite understand

Spring laid ahead, as I held you tight
And you cried, the first time, though I didn’t feel your pain
Your hand reached out, and it felt just right
As I found myself, lost in your eyes, all over again

I remember our songs, and the way we’d sway
And I cried, the first time, though you didn’t feel my pain
The summer felt wrong, your hand taken away
As I tried, my worst chime, and the moments I can’t explain

Now I won’t hold back, and I won’t let go
My hand’ll reach out, till it find yours, and light your way
Until the night’s not black, I’ll burn, just know
And walk the steps, to calm your hand, the day I give you away

And time’ll stop someday, it’ll be just fine
The stars will remind you, that I’ll still burn, to light your way
As my eyes will see a day, and know the sign
Your hand’ll hold mine, till the wise old friend, slips it away

He's standing on the edge,

overlooking the sea.

Demons narrating his reality,

not where he'd thought to be.

He was bright at dawn, ran when meant to crawl. 

But he'd hope to walk on water, and that's when he'd sprawl.

He was blunt as his years, and sharp as his words.

While he admired a lion's pride, a fox won't graze in herds.

His heart had lost, bled, to what laid ahead.

The voices that want him to fly. Or whispers, that want him dead.

He'd set the truth on fire, rather believed a lie.

When reality isn't the finest, fantasy's a sigh.

He'd clinched his fists, upped his chin, and picked up his pen.

He'd worked hard to break it, and stand among the wise men.

Be twice as hard to maintain it, and survive the battle-ground.

For sometimes there's more knowledge in silence, than wisdom in a sound.

He's standing on the edge,

overlooking the sea.

Demons might win tomorrow,

but today he's got places to be.

Kiara’s eyes are closed

She says the sun’s too bright

And that was pretty odd

As it’s the middle of the night

But she doesn’t want to sleep

And wants the day to last!

She wants to chase Bailey

Who’s off and running fast!

With her eyes close, she dreams

That Bosco’s also there

As he wants to play with Bailey too

So he comes out of nowhere!

“Sweetheart” says mama

“Surely you need to sleep”

“But mama” says Kiara

“Bailey needs to wee!”

“Woof” says Bailey

Bosco turns to see

That now it’s time to get some rest

As Bailey goes to wee

Kiara’s eyes are closed

She’s sleeping fast and sound

So are Bosco and Bailey

As they snuggle on the ground.

On my darkest days

When I’m miles aways

When my wings would bend

As the days would end

On the paths I’m lost

When the road’s a ghost

When I’m left alone

And the end’s unknown

On the dandelion’s wings

A hummingbird sings

As I hear the call

And remember my fall

As the night comes

And my heart hums

For what it had cost

For what I had lost

But I won’t fall

Nor I would cease

A dandelion will grow tall

Come stones or trees 

As the night would turn

And silence would hear

My thoughts, as they burn

My loudest fear

I’ll spread my wings

As the hummingbird sings

And will answer the call

Stones or trees, I’d grow tall

And join the wind

To take on the sky

To find your wings

And together, we’d fly

We’ll shape our paths

And forge our ways

We’ll hold our hands

And find our gaze

And on our darkest days,

When we are miles away,

We won’t fret, the skies we’d roam

One day, we’ll find our way home

He saw himself in her, a path he’d abstain

He carried on for her, struggles he couldn’t explain

Vowed to stand by her, and bear the rain

For his faith to break, his tears spent in vain

His thoughts they shatter, the delusions they slain

When a good man feels the pain

You know when he breaks, yet his wins no one sees

 He does not amaze, with his victories.

But he does surprise, when he survives,

The defeats he comes out of alive.

Your suffering starts, his sorrows drowned

When a good man stands his ground.

The light he’d burn, for the path that’s lost

The battle he’d win, for the child that’s cost

The heart that’d break, for the devils he’d accost

The hell that’d fear, the winter’s frost

As his wrath burns, the heavens above

When a good man fights for love

The battle’s a miss, yet his heart still roars.

The pain is his, yet the wounds are yours.

But the time will come, and settle the score

His demons will darken, your night once more.

The heavens will tremble, to break your core

The hearts will bleed, to mourn that you adore

The Gods, they’ll fear, your fate from afar

When a good man goes to war.

On my own two feet, I’d walked one day

My mother’s hand, was what led the way

Stumbling on the road, I’d skin my knee

But I’d walk on, the man I wanted to be

Though the wicked years, would knock me down

I’d get up and walk, to earn my crown

It’s true I learned, to lean on some souls

Who’d help me walk, around the potholes

And yet as I fell, I still reached out

But a soul I didn’t have, there was no doubt 

Now on my knees, I fear defeat

For I must now learn, to walk on broken feet