Sayonara, SupernovaYou're gonna be a star.
And when I say you're gonna be a star,
I mean you're gonna burn,
So far away from everyone who cares about you
That all they can see is what you used to be.
As you drift among those forsaken hopes and dreams
That missed the moon, I hope you think of me,
Because you spent your lifetime
As far away from me as possible,
And I'm not gonna spend my lifetime
Chasing after you.
So when the nights get lonely,
I'll watch you through my telescope.
I'll watch you burn your life away
Until you fade to black,
And just be glad I'm not an astronaut.
Silent SirenThey say the eyes are the window to the soul,
So I'll do my best not to be a Peeping Tom,
But I just can't help but wonder:
Do you, whose shutters shield your soul from searchers,
Seek to see no others'?
Or are you simply scared to see for fear of stealing,
For fear of sealing in silver-gray steel the soul of another?
Because it seems to me that a soul so scintillating
Should be shared, shutters wide open, saying
"Seek the truth in the silver sea, for here is life!
Your quest to swim in the sea of wisdom
Will cease by this bay of shining gray."
Because your eyes are an ocean,
And, girl, my soul is shipwrecked.
Fireworks'Twas nighttime, and the fizzles thrown
Across the sky aimed to amaze.
They made their luminescence known
In periwinkle light displays.
I watched the jellyfish, they stung
My eyes with their unearthly glow,
And sang the songs, of yet unsung,
To those who sat in muck below.
A Jabberwock, with eyes aflame,
A lonely lover, lost at sea,
Each burst unique, a glimpse of fame,
My world is just the sky and me.
And hast thy wonder finally ceased?
I'm discombobulated now.
I'd like another show, at least
I think I would... I wonder how.
Soldiers Come HomeWhen soldiers come home,
Friends and loved ones will smile.
And it lasts, for a while,
But when soldiers come home,
It just isn't the same;
They may roll the same dice,
But they play a new game.
'Cause the soldiers, they know
It won't be long before
All the soldiers leave home
And go back to the war.
When soldiers come home,
Though they half want to stay,
Their hearts hold the frontline
And pull them away,
Back to where they belong:
Standing up for what's right.
What the soldiers call home
Is what we call the fight.
They fight for our freedom,
For justice and peace.
They fight for the greatest;
They fight for the least.
So when soldiers come home,
Say goodbye to a friend,
And take time to remember
The rights they defend.
Farewell, BelleThe spell was cast upon me;
'Twas the price I had to pay.
And you helped me learn my lesson
As I sought to find a way
To escape that ugly prison,
Though I began to finally see
That the only real prison
Was the one inside of me.
At least, that's what I thought
When you broke my spell that night,
But now I've come to realize
The irony of my plight.
It seems it was my mystery
That made me catch your eye,
For now you rarely greet me
And I only hear you sigh.
I long to hear you sing again,
Or see you smile at least.
Unfortunate, it seems, that I
Was better off a beast.
WindowpaneHe stands in the street
Hoping, praying, pleading
He calls to the sky
Please, set her free
Raindrops beat against the glass
Unable to carry his message
Through the windowpane.
He sees the sadness in her eyes
He calls out to her
But the rain drowns his voice
And the glass doesn't hear.
The clouds watch in silence
As he tries to break through
But the prison of glass remains.
The raindrops beat against him
A thousand reminders of his helplessness
He thinks to himself: the rain must pass
The sky will surrender.
Come outside, says he
I'll wait for you always
So he stands in the rain
Hoping, praying, pleading