By-Tor.com

We can fall from rockets' red glare
Down to "Brother can you spare --"
Another war -- another waste land --
And another lost generation...

All those wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?

The Universe divided
As the Heart and Mind collided
With the people left unguided
For so many troubled years

The whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet we keep looking through
The eyeglass in reverse

Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say

Like a rare and precious metal beneath a ton of rock
It takes some time and trouble to separate from the stock
You sometimes have to listen to a lot of useless talk

You can roll that stone
To the top of the hill
Drag your ball and chain
Behind you

The night is black,
Without a moon.
The air is thick and still.

The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill.

On certain nights
When the angles are right
And the moon is a slender crescent
Its circle shows
In a ghostly glow
Of earthly luminescence

(Had to post that whole part cuz it's just too awesome! )

Some need to pray to the sun at high noon
Some need to howl at the midwinter moon
Reborn and baptized in a moment of grace
We just need a break --
From the headlong race

snow falls deep around my house
and holds the winter light

In the house where nobody laughs
And nobody sleeps
In the house where love lies dying
And the shadows creep

On the edge of sleep,
I was drifting for half the night
Anxious and restless,
pressed down by the darkness

The city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half-light
The sun is still a rumor
And the night is still a threat

There is a lake between sun and moon
Not too many know about
In the silence between whisper and shout
The space between wonder and doubt