Throntree...

The sandman come's no more,
The sheep they never end.
The thorntree told me,
the shade can't be mine.
Pricked and bleeding,
I sigh.

left with humanity...

not mine...
not mine to console.
not mine to love.
not mine to protect.
humanity is an awful thing.

Fool No More.

Conversations with myself,
Conversations never make you stay.
Hands dirty all the time,
Can't seem to wash this away.
Tell me all there is to know about you.
Tell me I'll listen, Don't cry.
Stay a while, don't go.
Tell me everything about the other guy.
There's a song bird that breaks;
the shrill silence of the night.
The pain won't go.
Darkenss shadowed by blinding light.
I'm tired now,

The love unsaid almost too loud;

Lockless but alive,

fool no more... no more.

The Saxaphone!

I looked for love in your empty heart,
I listen;
skip a beat!
But your heart is strong,
It keeps its pace.
Out run me, out run life.
The loser breathes life into his saxaphone,
He can play most anything.
But he too, when he see's you there...
Your deep brown eyes, your darkened hair.
The music stops for just a while,
but enough to live a lifetime in.