The Man Comes Around

While we're walking through the reeds along the river,
Soaking up the sun and the breeze,
Pittering around the patter of the rain..
I'm watching you dance with the scent of lilies
Playing with your hair.
And you look back at me with softness in your eyes,
You ask me what I see

So I crafted you that story, to spare you
From my twisted, darkened mind.
See, While the words I said were true,
All I really saw was a lone rider
Coming toward us
Riding a pale horse.

He held a blackened banner above his rotting face
But dull were his words, muttered ever clear
And behind him all the world was filled with twisted, broken hearts.
He led the dregs of hell slowly alongside him
And they drew ever near.

While they passed there was a gap
Where they were forced to move around you.
For your light held them at bay.
But they never left, they just stayed to wait for you
To wait until you're broken and beaten to the ground.
Till you've lost that look of hope in your eyes,
The one I used to have.

They stand only waiting
Behind the angels that guard you.
But you can never know that beyond your light is pain and anger
That you are a haven while some of us walk the path alone
You don't need to know of suffering.
You don't need to see the dark.
For once you do, all that light flickers, and leaves you wanting more.

So walk among the willows.
Laugh at the ripples in the pond.
Be a shining light
I'll just sit, and wish that I was too.

The Wanderer

Then he looked at her stare
To see the light was all gone.
Though she turned her face toward him.
She called him a killer
He brought her to the edge.
They looked out on the cliff
And ran side by side
Smiling, but crying on the inside.

They sit by the fire
With one arm inside,
Their hearts somewhere in the middle.
She pulls out her gun
Points it up at his heart
And shoots himself in the head
Before calmly walking away.

He steps back from the lens
And I comfort him still
The haunting lives inside us.
They carry on,
He carries on
Forever looking from the outside