Griping on with claws and fangs
making patterns with old worn brands...

This night i heard a promise
The voice that speaks within...

Washed up from the rain
held but disdained...

I've had my opportunities
the worst of misdemeanor these...

In an instance of glory
pure life fights lull fall...

Just another drop
Come on man, fill it to the top...

Trains have been wrecked
I see it's drift from afar...

Excuse me this excuse
while I baffle most of you, I should do...

A joy to see these damaged hands
for they show me my truth...

The rose that grew from concrete
Despite of true born grief...

Weep my dear, for it will be your saviour
i'll fight for your corner, please take this last...

Happy Birthday... my long lost chum...
If it so, your birthday? then the beat'd just...