• I sing of the Future.
    I sing of Now.
    But I try never to sing of Then.

    The past is only a curse
    In our hearts and in our thoughts.
    As hollow as the men at war
    Sleeping soundly in their cots.

    It matters not what has happened,
    What has shaped us into who we are.
    Only what is now,
    What is wished upon a star.

    At least that's what I tell myself.

    It's amazing, the hold the past has on us,
    Keeping us from our dreams.
    Making us weary,
    Like being cornered by a beam.

    Us wolves are forever,
    Howling proudly in the night.
    We stick together,
    Fight each others fights.

    Whether family,
    Friend,
    Comrade,
    Partner,
    Enemy,
    Lover,
    Protector,
    Hero,
    Or dream,
    We are the souls.

    We are the Earth.
    The birds lead us to our prey,
    The rocks shield us from the weather,
    The brook quenches our thirsts,
    The trees hide us in the shadows,
    The sun warms us so.

    You are all each other
    In one way or another,
    But I am a     Singing Melody
    And I fight the Past.