The Way Of The Protest Give me one social injustice, A shooting, a rape, a crime. Give me two different view points, That always favour one side. One villain, one victim, And the truth of opinion. Now give me the media, Of word and of screen, A politics ions blind statement, Both true and obscene. Now give me entitlement, To throw at a crowed, And a few spare moments, To watch it form out loud. Give me a protest, To work out all this hate, Some signs, a few words No harm ever intended. But there's always those people, Who's anger out ways, So they throw it, and spit it, At those who stand opposed. Give me the sight of your friend on the floor, An office leaning over, Pure fear in his mind. And the opinion you valued, No longer important, That cause oh so noble, Gone from all mind. And the tension does rise, Till it flows over all. Give me fire and weapons, Broken glass and sheared objects. Let chaos roam, In this name of injustice.

What I Will Need One dress of white, And jewels for my hair. A church of those I love, And books of songs to sing. Flowers from the meadow, And candles from the shop. My brothers to walk me down 1 long and lonely isle. A mother to shed a sorrowed tear, And a hollow hole to place me in.

Take Take the memories away The happiness and joy For they hurt to much And I can't take the pain

A Little Theory On Who We Are When I was little my mother explained that we are made up of atoms, small pieces of the stars. And the reason we are drawn to people to others is because there atoms were near each other when the universe exploded in to reality. And our lives our loves and friendships are just the stars trying to pull themselves back together. So please remember whenever you feel alone or unloved, that you're simply missing apart of your star and that one day you'll find them.

Man Today A lie we told to better ourselves, To fulfil the path we created. A story taken from some shelves, Because the truth is underrated. Reality is far to normal, We lead lives of a repeated nature, Following our rules of formality , So we all become a faker. If man does walk a thousand miles, Then that two and from work alone. With our head held high and petty smiles, We sit on our computer desk throne.