Half my life without you.
I can't believe the feat.
The peril of darkness
might have been fatal
without your light so sweet.
A sixteen-year old boy
first heard your voice
heralding approaching ruin,
striking to the heart -
signifying the choice.
The message direly echoed
defying deafened ears,
my spirit was not dampened.
Rather, it soared;
rising to meet the coming years.
Singing a missive true
the view from above.
How could we sink in fear
or fall beneath sorrow
when sung by purest love?
The Canyon Calls
The night keeps beggin' the moon
to stick around. Don't go so soon.
'Cause it knows who'll be around
walkin' the streets of Lonely Town
thinkin' of you. It knows
it'll never get over the emptiness.
It's that kind of tune.
The typhoon tells the sea,
"Be careful now. Again, it's he
sailin' your waves - breathin' my wind,
wonderin' why didn't it begin
without a chance to even end.
He carries a sorrow much deeper
than you'll ever be."
The canyon calls to the river it holds.
She sings proud. She sings bold.
"You wear me down making me rise,
perfectly contrasting the skies,
only to be swallowed
by the ocean in the dead of night
so very deathly cold."