My Love Is Like to Ice

My Love Is Like to Ice

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:

How come it then that this her cold is so great

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,

But harder grows the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,

And feel my flames augmented manifold?

What more miraculous thing may be told,

That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,

Should kindle fire by wonderful device?

Such is the power of love in gentle mind,

That it can alter all the course of kind.

Pride And Flame

Gone... Gone are the days When the west was wild

And every child's dream

A light was seen

Gone... Gone are the days

When the world just sung for tomorrow to come

But she never came
If I.. If I was to break

If I.. If I was to pay

**Blue moon are you lost again?

Where will I find your light?

Where will I find the truth?

How will I ever say goodbye...

Coz we're turning the pages again

Bound by the lives that we have spent

I'm not living your third world lies

Goodbye.. Better days ahead Goodbye

Gone... Gone are the days

All these questions

No straight answers

Everybody's a high priced healer, hey

Gone... Gone are the days

Tis the season of change

Every scar on the hand marks a new day

I said sleep child Slip into a dream

Poppa hasn't been home

Busy livin' out this crazy scene

Reached out to feel each grain

A lifetime running through his hands

The scorching heat left our heart

The workings of a proud brown man

But nowhere could you see

Dark eyes look away
Reached out to feel the warmth

Time running through his hands

The scorching heat gave life

The heart of a proud brown man

And he says to his child

Who still couldn't stand...

"Someday"...