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He had it all,
One man said,
He could have been anything,
But now he’s dead.

Billy was a good kid,
Never one to pick a fight,
But just because he had some money,
That all changed in one night.

Billy never drank at parties,
But he did stay out late,
But someone like Billy,
Didn’t deserve this fate.

On kid said that deadly night,
I bet that kids got some cash,
Lets’ jump him for his money,
Beat him then take his stash.

So Billy left the party,
And headed for his car,
When three bad boys,
Made Billy see some stars.

Billy tuned right into the knife,
The kid dropped the blade,
They took Billy’s money,
And there on the sidewalk poor Billy laid.

Billy was a good kid,
Never did anything wrong,
But just because some kids were broke,
Billy’s lost his living song.
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Standing by himself,
Holding another world,
Disregarding his needs,
His love now curled.

Standing all alone,
Inside his solemn fate,
Emotions well hidden,
No power left to hate.

Upon his weary shoulders,
The happy feet tread,
All completely unaware,
Of his impending dread.

Supporting all the weight,
Upon his solid blades,
Lonely in his world,
For an uncountable age.

He whispers to the darkness,
That lingers in this place,
Cradled in the silence,
Now devoured by this space.

The trait learned from him,
Is not his strength untold,
But something so much deeper,
Is the patience he has to hold.
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Asleep in his bed,
The young boy flies,
As dreams fill his little head,
His imagination on the rise.

He’ll go places,
That no ones every seen,
And he’ll fly with aces,
Where no ones ever been.

In this world of dream,
There are no pointless bounds,
Here it is as it does seem,
Here reality does not hound.

A place of peace,
A place of pure fun,
Where the laughter doesn’t cease,
And neither does the sun.

Universes without number,
Inside this little ones head,
Come alive in his slumber,
Tucked safely in his bed.
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Is time still passing?
I’ve lost count of the days.
I’m tiring of this life,
And the simple games it plays.

So how are you doing?
It’s been awhile since we talked.
Did you forget about me,
On this path that you walked.

I heard your doing well,
That you followed your dreams.
Life has handed you your silver spoon,
Or at least that is how it seems.

But what about your heart?
Did it fall in love again?
Or do you run away from love,
And play games with your men?

Do you remember what we had?
Does it ever cross your mind?
Do you miss the past?
Or do you look back blind?

I know your heart once loved me,
But that time faded away,
While you were out finding life,
I tripped and lost my way.

It’s good to here from you,
But isn’t it ironic my dear…
That the path that took you away,
In the end led you right back here?
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I sit here and I wonder,
What your doing now?
I tried to call you yesterday,
Expecting you to answer some how.

The hallway seems a little darker now,
Without your glow inside our home.
When I close my eyes at night,
I loose myself in that grey stone.

Your name left lingering,
Haunting my thoughts and mind.
Trying to remember the happier times,
Leaving the bad far behind.

I talked to your family today,
I had to watch your brother cry.
You left us here wondering,
Why, why it was you who had to die?

I don’t sleep in our bed anymore,
The couch is where I spend my time.
The quiet sound of a heart break,
Can be heard in this house of the mime.
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The path life leads us down,
Is not always what we’d choose.
We’ve no real foresight to guide us,
No knowledge of what we’ll loose. 

But we wonder on blindly,
Down this winding, weary path.
Learning along the way,
How to cry and how to laugh. 

And when a crossroads come,
There’s only one way we can go.
We can not take them both,
Forward is Time’s only flow. 

Sometimes the path we choose,
Can’t be taken by our friend.
So we pray that this meeting,
Is not the last before the end. 

Often times the path turns round,
And we seem them once again.
But when the roads don’t lead back,
Forever we’ll miss our friend.
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A soul separated from itself,
A burning, freezing feeling,
Which one to choose,
The body’s breath stealing,
The life from inside,
The fire let loose,
While the cold ice hides,
Red to the touch,
But colder then frost,
This icy fire,
Which within my soul is lost,
Choosing one apart,
Loosing the others last breath,
A journey my soul must start,
To come to the end,
Only half way decided,
Between Fire and Ice.
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