Mar 172009
 
Good men do nothing but fall on their knees and pray
Good men do nothing but turn the corner and walk away
Good men pay any price to slip between the covers and rape someone’s mind
When will good men do something
Anything

Mar 172009
 
you’re in my heart
my ashes blow into the wind
you drink from my soul
I’m whole, like a caged bird
you’re set free
so we can fly as one.