I was sixteen and beaming
at the sight of my bright...

I knew of a blue baby rainbow
that was too afraid to fly...

The trenches are dug; the ground is cleared
No turning back for the side that's revered...

*Oldie but Goodie*
I tried to kill a fly...

The chase in on; she never rests.
However, she is losing breath from her chest...

What a perfect day to go out
While the sky is no longer filled with drought...

No other terror in the world could compare
Even when we're all gone, it still will be there...

Dying slowly, but with grace
Constantly worrying about the changing colors on...

They sought death
from the hills, but death...

Swift as lightening, the morning star fell,
down to earth, where he would dwell...

The freight train
bustles through the town...

There once was a zealous,
motley crew, in search of glory and gold...