Too Great a Price

The blood of the innocent stains my dimmed sword
Those who died to protect the great treasure hoard.
Before me lie riches of diamonds and gold,
The greatest fortune that mankind can behold.

It should all be mine, I have fought ever battle
Buried my brave comrades who died thus as cattle.
But my poor mind was consumed by power and greed
I've won every battle but broken each creed.

A man's lust for power can lead to destruction
When that man's mind has been transformed by corruption.
What really is considered the greatest prize?
The treasure I see before my very eyes?

Heaping mounds of riches that lie before me?
Or something far greater, that I couldn't see?
I'm forced to face the the truth, words I couldn't say
For human life is too great a price to pay.

Turning away in true shame I let my sword fall
It was all in vain, my quest to have it all.
Not knowing what on my return I would find
I depart leaving my blood stained sword behind.

No World for a Sober Man

Her shrieks and laughter pierce the night

The darkness masks my shallow fright

The bottle slips, without a sound

It shatters upon the stone ground.

Surrounded by tobacco smoke

The odor all but makes me choke

She turns to me, I dodge her eyes

“It's good for you” they say, all lies.

“Just try it, inhale, you'll be fine

And after that, we have great wine

Do you like beer? We have that too

I told you man, its good for you.

I'm wishing I could disappear

My heart is overwhelmed with fear

I'm torn between anger and shame

I cannot bear to play their game.

No way to know, they cannot see

The way I feel inside of me

Not a soul wants to understand

There's no world for a sober man.

After the War

It was the last day of the war

I knew that I would fight no more

My final bullet had been shot

Yet all I could feel was distraught.

I'd witnessed more than I could say

Make one wrong move and you would pay

I'd watched my friends around me fall

Just for answering freedom's call.

They'd warned me not to even go

“Your too young” they said “you don't know”

I know these words my father said

Before I left him on his bed.

He'd forever put down his gun

“Don't break your back for anyone

War's not a game, its something worse

Men consumed by the Devil's curse.”

I listened to him as he spoke

Twas all I could do not to choke

Because he had no way to know

Who died inside the Alamo.

Or those who lost the civil war

The Devil's curse, or something more?

But it was finally at an end

I knew I'd never fight again.

If Eve Should Fail

                                                                 If Eve should fail

And the world should end

Would I lay down my life

For my best friend?

If the gates of the Garden

of Eden were broken

And the demons took flight,

Would we know who had spoken?

And if they should win

Our great world, it would burn, oh

The way it was described

In Dante's great Inferno.

Would I find the courage

To stand up and fight

Or sheath my sword and turn back

Into the night.

The sinners will all be freed

From every jail

Great prison walls will cave in

If Eve Should Fail.

And if it does

Stand by me, oh Lord

And let me defend

Paradise with my sword.

Bird on a Wire

I am a bird on a wire

Watching the world from above

An observer, completely unnoticed

Someone no one seems aware of.

Below me, the people of the city

Take no notice, they all fail to see

The observer who takes in everything

It is true, no one notices me.

I've witnessed all the deeds of mankind

All the sins people just want to cover

But when something happens to expose them

They turn around and blame one another.

I find myself wishing I could help them

Show them guidance before its too late

Forgiveness and redemption are seldom

They are sealing their own tragic fate.

If only one chance I was given

To help the world, 'for it catches fire

I know I could help, became I've seen it all

Because I am a the bird on a wire.

The Beast of the Moor

My long, silver gun is tucked under my arm

Tonight I may need it, I may come to harm

Baffled by legend, not sure what's in store

Whats hiding in the darkness of the moor?

Is the story true or is it a mere hoax?

For the beast to appear it will need to be coaxed

Feeling so anxious, my cool I must sustain

Should I fire my gun or will it be in vain?

Is it close by or behind the North fence?

Silence remains my unspoken defense

When the morning comes and the sun light breaks through

It will be too late, I know what I must do.

The creature mocks me, I can tell by it's howling

Behind the shadows I can feel the beast scowling

My gun holds the weapon, a true silver bullet

My hands on the trigger, I just need to pull it.

Man With No Country

                                           Like a man with no country

I stand in the wind

Not sure where to move

Even where to begin

In the dark shadow

Of a cold mountainside

I'm fighting a war

Only weapon my pride.

Pain is temporary

Pride is forever

Both roots are the same

A tremendous endevour

The past is a cage

And its prisoner your mind

But if you can't escape

You will be left behind.

The sins of mankind

Are believed to be gone

But their pain fuels the

Memories that we ride on

The things we have done

And what we've failed to do

Will always haunt us

Deep inside through and through.

The scars of a battle

Cannot be erased

The greatest war hero

Easily defaced

A hero is someone

Who doesn't back down

A man with no country

Who still stands his ground.