Fragments of the parent Splinters of destruction Look upon thy handiwork You spirit of abduction Stolen from its home Taken in its prime No repair will make it so
Those I’ve lost Become my gain And I have made them friends again They live inside My glass and then Is it half empty? Remember when? They visit me My mind again? Or is it real?
I can paint the day away But all these colors tend to grey I cannot rule my sun to shine But rule it does; on me, on mine I only wish that charge I had Of my time here Through err and then
Flooded gates Of years gone past Have left a score Of those aghast In harbor shores I trim my sail But I decide I cannot whale I cannot go The ocean vast Of many seas We may not last
Holidays will come what may They come, they go But hear this nay… That Christmas time And frills of folly Mistletoe and leaves of holly Dissatisfy the deeds and plan
