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Gone Tomorrow
We are here today
But may be gone tomorrow
The sad, painful truth
Two Wrongs
Remember the truth
Two wrongs do not make a right
The truth of our eyes
Bludgeon
Truth is a bludgeon
That keeps mankind on the path
To enlightenment
Frost
I have miles to go
And a promise to keep
Before I may sleep
Dreadnought
Death comes on swift wings
With a bang not a whimper
Bringing dread chaos
Jericho
When in your presence
Hours seem to disappear
Time seems to stand still
Dragon Tears
How bitter is truth?
The poison pill we must drink
Till the end of days
Vicious Cabaret (The Beginning)
Life – a cruel game
With roles, but no rules in such
Vicious cabaret
Board games
They say that life’s a game
But they take the board away
Leaving us alone
In their vicious cabaret
Stages
All the world’s a stage
And all of us just players
Playing but bit parts
In a vicious cabaret
Mardi Gras
The actors of life
Have their frozen smiles trapped as
They wait their cue to
Join its vicious cabaret
Improv
We have our dark masks
And our pretty costumes
Yet must improvise
In this vicious cabaret
Ex Machina
In secret dreams we
Hunger for the harsh embrace
Of love’s cruel machines
In life’s vicious cabaret
Desperado
There is a young girl
Who yearns for a father’s love
Desperate she is
For fate’s vicious cabaret
Do as you please (The End)
She would rather live
A life of do-as-you-please
Than outside in the cold
In her vicious cabaret
Demon Days
Keep the faith my friends
As we live in fear and strife
Through these demon days
Melancholy Hill
I wish I could fly
Up to melancholy hill
With you by my side
Fallen Angels
I believe I can
Fly high just to touch the sky
But don’t let me fall
Countdown
And so it begins
I dreamt a dream to forget
The pain trapped inside
April Showers
By April, the blue
Mountain’s transformation from
White to green is done
May Flowers
By May, the flowers
Bloom in their tender manner
Spring is here, again
Calm before the Storm
In early evening
Small, flat stones line the calm shores
Speaking soft words
Edge of the World
At life’s edges
From the depths of despair comes
Salvation’s approach
An Ill wind that blows no good
The ill spring breeze blows
A dawn of cherry blossoms
Brought it to an end
Mystic River
The high peaked clouds lie
In the lake’s watery depths
Bringing calm stillness
Travellers
Weary travellers
Standing at the water’s edge
Motionless in time
The pleasure's all mine, even though they remain yours,
Lloyd Webber
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