How strange
The setting sun
The way she dances when light is done
Look how pale
The rising moon
Bloody full in warm of June
When light
Solar cage
The aging man holds scars and rage
I hope
For you
Ease in all those things you\'d do
The sway
Of taller green
Through night we hold burdened sheen
Our stars
Would burn to dust
What\'s left but our home in rust
I\'ll miss
And always will
Each lesson you\'d not instill
Beginnings
Each year
Proposing love and neglect your fear
May it be
When time comes
You carry name of many sons
Inside chest
You\'d hold a heart
Unplagued, to hold fire, our family\'s art
Ends my son,
Are just the start
Your world in color and whole in part
I\'ll not forget
Nor curse those days
We\'d sit and light our doubts ablaze
And I
The coward
Trade steel for fielding flower
When fear
And pride meet
The road continues \'neath hardened feet
Give
All to keep
Dreams to spread for those asleep
Take
What belongs
Pain till now, need not prolonged