There's a music in my soul
though my heart is getting old
there's a passion for a prime
in a memory past it's time

The streets and where I've been
always bring a gentle grin
and a fondness for a day
my soul was trapped within

As I watch the new birds sing
and the lovers with their rings
I smile for I know
they'll have years of better things

The clockwork gears are turning slow
and my eyes keep growing dim
But life has had its role
in a story growing thin

Here I lay the fable
on a table one last time
and here if I am able
shall I write one last rhyme

Once the name-day of the year
when I was born and came to be
the world was caught in their fear
and a darkened misery

The skies above the humid land
seemed to watch with anxious eyes
As the healer struck with open hand
and the night beheld my first cry

From then I grew in complexity
as simple as my days allowed
yet there was little brevity
in any way in any crowd

So brooding in my childhood
I came to be misunderstood
and quiet in my composure
I held back as I thought I should

All the vampires in their dell
Mad as drakes and evil as hell
Raked the summer off my soul
and planted sins like buried gold

There it ached in endless pain
and fed my need to feel the rain
Itching the fire under skin
I broke in wrath that danced within

Shaded eyes seated deep
I waited in a restless keep
and on the bus of jaded fools
I played my part at gated schools

The hallowed halls of Hutchkins High
Gave no rest from prying eyes
drummed-up spirit and cheers galore
piled on the back of utter lies

Yet I dared to let a little light
of that dream invade my sight
One broke in with eyes and smile
and reached into my ever night

Tall as towers and red of hair
Sweet as sweet yet unaware
that I had fallen far and deep
and could worship at her feet

Time is odd and kids unkind
Day is no substitute for a settled mind
Green eyes were a shade of love
and Hope held close for a time