The coffin hopes of the world
From birth to grave
The worlds finest hours
Bring out what we can save
Take it lightly and go forth
Make the world a place to be proud of
Before it’s too late
Coffin Hopes
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The Forest’s Last Leaf
In the depth of fog
And cold
That has brought upon the season of Christmas
The last leaf
Hangs in the distance
As we prepare our fireplaces and hearths
For a distant glow
Of warmth
The last leaf holds hearty in the season
Giving us hope
For life amidst the darkness
The Snow Flower
Can life be abundant
In the adversity
Of the season of retreat
Rather
Can the fruits of life
Be born
From underneath
So take the hold of a new life
In a winter of darkness
The flower blooms up
From the death and frozen
Below
Together
Together today
To celebrate thanks and giving
For each other
And to a stranger
We are in this together
And we must learn to love again
Tinderbox
Tinderbox of the world
Waiting for the match
That can undue the progress
But alas
Is it even the fear
That we have
But rather we must see
The hope through the ashes
From a world
That has been pulled back
From the ledge
Of the depth of brashness
Triumphant Losses
Undone from the beginning gun
Run
Run
From the losses that reign
Triumphant over humanity
Take the feather of the bird
And place it in your hand
Only to have the wind blow away the
Delicate fibers
Then you will understand
News upon the horizon
Can spell disaster now
Upon the once great
Old town
Fearless
I am inspired in the truth
So we must be fearless
To not back down
In the darkness of night
What has made us so fearful
Must come out right
To the truth of life
We must address the truth
And be willing to see it through
Twiddle Thee
How to know the truth
From behind the curtain
The mask laid bare
The mourning of the confusion
Subtle lies
To make the world
Lay down
So take the lead
From the world
At large
We are twisted in the world
Made in the darkness of night
The Fallen Tulip
The world mourns a fallen tulip
On the road of progress
To take up the moment
But rather to fall back
The road of mud
To the world below
The fallen tulip
Sheds light on a world fractured
And broken
So I await the news
Of the fall to come
Don’t Get Up
No worries
Life is just passing by
As the train
Pulls out of the station
Into a mind dead nation
You’ll be fine
Everything alright
So don’t get up from the couch
Fear of the fight
Down the river we’ll float
Where the damn will hold us up
I hope
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