Monday, December 20, 2004


It's a word that doesn't exist, it's an expression that explains itself.
It's a world that belongs to a few, it's just your own ideals placed on a shelf.

You stand up for what its worth, You claim whats not yours.
The world would die a meaningful death, if us, it adored.

A feeling you might possess, for yourself or someone else.
A thought, it so excels, your eyes look down to where even the rock melts.