Heart Of Stone
If only i could feel pain, empty halls would be my strife. but with a heart carved of stone infinite nothing is mine, an advantage, nothing gained.
Poem #43: Something
Our fates understand it in vain; the guilt that's in me i sadly doubt thee i know i want to cry; i need to escape this horrible rape i feel the want to die; yet joy which exists the love that persists shall fight against the strife
Fly Among the Stars...
Leading us through strife... teach us the right... through both day and night... let the gods declare your glory... fly among the stars... be a dear... and guide us down here... help us be brave... 'til the day we die...
I Would Miss You
You said you never lied, that you would never leave in all our strife. if you ever left me, if you ever ran away, i would follow you to the ends of the earth, and back again.
There Be Dragons
Dragons within so lower the mast, you sail through your soul; search near and far, coming to terms with the person you are, i understand why you are hiding within, but lying to yourself is also a sin, admitting to others could cause you much strife
Farewell, My Son.
You were once so full of life despite you living with all that strife. your early life was full of woe, and it seemed a better life you wanted to go. though you'll still be in my heart, i'm afraid that this is where we must part.
The reason I live.
Remember why i fight through pain and strife. a real smile forms. first in a long time. throw off the rags of grief. the real me shines.
Teenage Loves
So live hap'ly with them, live without strife.
I'm Here (I)
You say you're at the brink as you grab another drink you say to follow his life and not your road of strife you say this path of pain will give us nothing to gain you cry and scream you're done as you holster another gun you
I am the Enemy
I have turned into the enemy i fear i may have ruined your life i have caused you so much strife with this i can't even begin to help you i don't know what it is i'm supposed to do i'm so sorry for what i've done it seems i can't ever win, no
The Soul in the Fishbowl.txt
Tis a soul, swimming in that metephorical fishbowl, living its life on the wings of strife. to guide its path it seeks to suffer darkness's wrath. its suffering shielding, those who's weakness is unyielding.
Karelian Strength
Despite all the dour hardships and strife, the young maiden courageously chose life; embraced by those whom she held dear, hope had a place with everyone near.