Hourglass The sands of time holds our fragments of existence
Wanting you from afar with rhymes of passion I dare not speak my feelings
Metal detectors and locked rooms political correctness ruining our schools zero tolerance for crayon guns higher learning dumbing our young
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
at the end of the rainbow make-believe is real and dreams
Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
Do you dance to love songs do you dream as the music plays on So lonely
Our vows were never broken nor the memories
If all the angels are in heaven what do I do with my dreams do I lock them up
the pale light foresee lost passion in the glimmer of emotions
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation