Thursday, February 7, 2013


Oh, sing us a song my little sparrow
About the queen who lost her pharoah
A song of true love torn apart
of love, that could never start
Sing us a song of truth and sadness
And maybe save us, from this madness
Sing us a song that will set us free
Free from lies, and misery
Sing us a song and do your best
To let our souls, lay at rest
Sing away our fears of leaving
Do not give into our grieving
Help us escape from this hell
and hope that everything turns out well
Oh, sing us a song

Written in 2008

The Devil's Game

We are all victims of the Devil's Game
like toy soldiers, or pawns in a game of chess
we await the commands of our master

The game is brutal and death is common
Those who do survive are nothing more than
mindless zombies that walk, talk and remember

Many try to escape, but they always fail
Once you play the Devil's Game, it never ends

There may be times when you believe the game has ended
but then the Devil's crinkly red hand wraps itself around you 
and throws you into the heat of the game once more

Face It
We're all victims of the Devil's Game
A game in which we cannot win
escape is futile so you might as well
Give in

Written in 2008