She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

Youthful aspirations hold
the world in pristine hands...

Too often life demands
we be broken...

A tree there stands upon a hill
Which bears such painful scars...

Banners snap in breeze wrought heavy with the...
Hooves rumble across grass worn thin and bare in...

Tomorrow,
a word that whispers off the tongue...

Do not weep when I am gone,
It is not chance but mine own choice...

Cool water laps and gurgles
at shingled base of petrous heap...

Drowning on dry land,
Every breath an effort...

Thunder rolls through the air
ferrying a heavy darkness...

When will the human race
Absorb the lessons of the past and...

Their numbers swelled as did the pride
Of those who sailed across the sea...