Thursday, May 31, 2007
You Will Make It Through: Music Video
LYRICS:
The knight on his stallion,
Turned out to hold a shield,
He hid all his lies from you,
While his heart was cold as steel,
Icarus charged towards the sun,
Tried to stab your day to night,
But his anchor fell from you,
As you dawned on him in flight
And you will make it through,
Oh, You will make it through,
Through the gates of heaven,
And all they'll lead you to
When leaves fall from trees,
Like shooting stars disappear,
And the snow is your blanket,
And you feel like no one's near,
Make it past the frozen rivers,
Walk past their cobble stones,
The fallen castle, just a wall,
Built to keep you there alone
But you will make it through,
Oh, You will make it through,
Through the gates of heaven,
And all they'll lead you to
The sky rushes away from you,
Dreams he promised in clouds,
But he crowns heads with halos,
After wrapping eyes in shrouds,
Outside hearts, words are weeds,
But inside grow the roots of love,
With meadows lost to deserts,
You like rain, fall from above
But you will make it through,
Oh, you will make it through,
Through the gates of heaven,
And all they'll lead you to
His winter briar field grew,
From the middle of your heart,
You still keep it all inside,
After wilted flowers part,
Vines laced around your wings,
You wait on freezing ground,
A wanderer came passing by,
With only you around
But you will make it through,
Oh, you will make it through,
Through the gates of heaven,
And all they'll lead you to
"I Am a Seed" Lullaby: by Sonnenberg
LYRICS:
I am a seed upon the wind
Borne by the living breeze
That floats throught the forest
My wanderings have no end.
I am a raft upon the sea
Tossed by the waves of change,
I see only water
And blindly curse my fate.
I am a lamp that must be lit.
Yours are the golden rays
That shine through the darkness
Come touch your match to me.
I want to see you once again.
Breathe me a breath of sunlight
Touched by your magic
And waken me from sleep.
I am a lonely grain of sand.
You are the mighty ocean
Timeless and boundless
Come shape me with your hand.
Your love creates my destiny.
Though I am blind and deaf
To music and wonder,
I feel them call to me.
I am a seed upon the wind
Borne by the living breeze
That floats throught the forest
I feel you call to me.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Chicken Little
Chicken Little saw the roosters,
She heard the big bombs fly,
All the explosions and yelling,
Here falls down the sky,
But the roosters and farmhands,
Would not believe the little one,
The sky is not falling,
But our wars has just begun,
The sky wasn’t falling then,
And to roosters that was good,
But if the sky could really fall,
They didn’t question if it could
Little poked into the henhouse,
And saw chickens guard their eggs,
They were trying to protect them,
Fearfully shaking their legs,
She saw the hen house bombarded,
After she took one step outside,
She wouldn’t be a silent witness,
She would have to choose a side,
And since Little learned humbly,
To share thoughts and make noise,
She thought the same of life,
Said no more sharing war toys
She approached a warful rooster,
Who held a knife in plain sight,
The farmhouse was an internment,
Little knew it wasn’t right,
She tapped on the elder’s shoulder,
And looked him in the face,
Little looked at the roosters smile,
And frowned with her disgrace,
The general was writing blueprints,
He used a missile to surround,
The rooster looked up at murders,
And then looked right back down
“Who are you?” Said the rooster,
You are messing up my plan,
Where is your machine gun?
You should hold it in your hand,
Little then saw the hatchlings,
They all fought for eggs to teach,
They grabbed any egg they could,
Whenever peace was out of reach,
Then the farmer graced in,
He had come to collect eggs,
And all the farm birds cheered him,
Thinking he was God instead
All the fury bombs had landed,
The chickens blew their coops,
But this wasn’t playtime laughing,
For the dying hatchling troops,
For they will keep on killing,
It is the only way to live,
But if you have no time for loving,
Then you have no life to give,
So brave the darting bullets,
For those who fire them at you,
They can’t return the favor,
If you shoot your bullets, too
Silo castles filled the sky,
Nesting chickens put at post,
Waiting for their eggs to hatch,
Which they loved to keep the most,
But off to war chicks had to go,
Just as Little had to do,
But she complained of violence,
That the world was coming to,
She was laughed at by her father,
As her mother held her near,
To her father’s golden metals,
War’s answer was quite clear
The roosters charged the cavalry,
It was a sea of slitting throats,
To ride the blood bath massacre,
Noah would have to build a boat,
But Chicken Little saw this,
And told Noah not to build,
They need to learn their lesson,
They need to be able not to kill,
Noah agreed with her on this,
He then threw the planks aside,
Why should I be sailing,
If life itself can't ride?
The sky drifts away from courage,
It can’t support bombs anymore,
We can keep bullets from flying,
We can put an end to war,
But the guns of warlords,
Give us a firing squad world,
If you keep all of the grenades,
Then you have nothing left to hurl,
Chicken Little sees skies falling,
The elder roosters don’t believe,
They sit and play their death games,
That God can’t even conceive
She heard the big bombs fly,
All the explosions and yelling,
Here falls down the sky,
But the roosters and farmhands,
Would not believe the little one,
The sky is not falling,
But our wars has just begun,
The sky wasn’t falling then,
And to roosters that was good,
But if the sky could really fall,
They didn’t question if it could
Little poked into the henhouse,
And saw chickens guard their eggs,
They were trying to protect them,
Fearfully shaking their legs,
She saw the hen house bombarded,
After she took one step outside,
She wouldn’t be a silent witness,
She would have to choose a side,
And since Little learned humbly,
To share thoughts and make noise,
She thought the same of life,
Said no more sharing war toys
She approached a warful rooster,
Who held a knife in plain sight,
The farmhouse was an internment,
Little knew it wasn’t right,
She tapped on the elder’s shoulder,
And looked him in the face,
Little looked at the roosters smile,
And frowned with her disgrace,
The general was writing blueprints,
He used a missile to surround,
The rooster looked up at murders,
And then looked right back down
“Who are you?” Said the rooster,
You are messing up my plan,
Where is your machine gun?
You should hold it in your hand,
Little then saw the hatchlings,
They all fought for eggs to teach,
They grabbed any egg they could,
Whenever peace was out of reach,
Then the farmer graced in,
He had come to collect eggs,
And all the farm birds cheered him,
Thinking he was God instead
All the fury bombs had landed,
The chickens blew their coops,
But this wasn’t playtime laughing,
For the dying hatchling troops,
For they will keep on killing,
It is the only way to live,
But if you have no time for loving,
Then you have no life to give,
So brave the darting bullets,
For those who fire them at you,
They can’t return the favor,
If you shoot your bullets, too
Silo castles filled the sky,
Nesting chickens put at post,
Waiting for their eggs to hatch,
Which they loved to keep the most,
But off to war chicks had to go,
Just as Little had to do,
But she complained of violence,
That the world was coming to,
She was laughed at by her father,
As her mother held her near,
To her father’s golden metals,
War’s answer was quite clear
The roosters charged the cavalry,
It was a sea of slitting throats,
To ride the blood bath massacre,
Noah would have to build a boat,
But Chicken Little saw this,
And told Noah not to build,
They need to learn their lesson,
They need to be able not to kill,
Noah agreed with her on this,
He then threw the planks aside,
Why should I be sailing,
If life itself can't ride?
The sky drifts away from courage,
It can’t support bombs anymore,
We can keep bullets from flying,
We can put an end to war,
But the guns of warlords,
Give us a firing squad world,
If you keep all of the grenades,
Then you have nothing left to hurl,
Chicken Little sees skies falling,
The elder roosters don’t believe,
They sit and play their death games,
That God can’t even conceive
Friday, May 11, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
What We Call The News/Better Days
Better Days
Please do not let this path diverge,
Let not my heart carry armor but love,
I've been held down by this storm so long,
That only the light you give me shines above,
I stare out of windows expecting rain,
Not so much a choice as clouds cover blue,
Now I'm walking through this cold misty morning,
Hoping these skies will clear and I'll see you
The days that brought this rain,
Release the sun when I'm with you,
And those are the better days,
That I am looking forward to
Every time when I lose my way to go,
I take the time to look back on the past,
The paths felt so vacant, hidden and empty,
But I have followed a road to you at last,
The sun can run its path only to discard,
And love can hide in shadows until it's born,
I followed long roads soaked in flooding rains,
But was awakened to be rescued from the storm
The days that brought this rain,
Release the sun when I'm with you,
And those are the better days,
That I am looking forward to
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