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House of Cards
In my saddest, darkest hours
and the silence that they bring
Through this maze of ivory towers
Walks a crown without a king
From a place I never was
and a time I never knew
On this silent sea of darkness
I search my empty heart for you
I see your face
such a pleasant voice
You tell me so many things
and I believe them all
I wish for this
and still want that
I wait for what you give
please tell me what you give
I know the things you take
I know the things you take
And in my cage of bars
Afraid to think, afraid to see
And in my heart of hearts
Afraid to stay, afraid to leave
And in my night of stars
Afraid to wish, afraid to dream
And in my house of cards
Afraid to hurt, afraid to be
And in my house of cards
Afraid to move, afraid to breath
I gaze at you through morning light
With silent tears and blinded sight
For all our fears of truth we find
In endless years and wasted time
So hold me close and hear me cry
I see this world through tearful eyes
I wish for this
and still want that
I wait for what you give,
Please tell me what you give
I know the things you take
I know the things you take
This fragile world
These broken dreams
This darkened room
These worthless things
This tarnished crown
This broken king
This voice cries out
I gave you everything
And in my cage of bars
Afraid to think, afraid to see
And in my heart of hearts
Afraid to stay, afraid to leave
And in my night of stars
Afraid to wish, afraid to dream
And in my house of cards
Afraid to hurt, afraid to be
And in my house of cards
Afraid to move, afraid to breath
House Of Cards / Daniel Byerly © 1998
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Rooms
With a turn of the key
I open the door
And in that moment that meets me
I reluctantly embrace my past
And all the things I had left behind
Now stand in line to greet me
I called out your name
Almost half-expecting to hear you
I waited in the silence
Thinking I would see you
I could feel the sadness
In this empty house
I could feel the pain
Within each darkened room
Standing still, I listen
At the foot of the stairs I wait
Surrounded by spectral illusions
Trapped in golden frames
Hung on papered walls
Strange pretenses reflected
While filtered light
Streams thru dirty shades
Onto faded carpets
And hardwood floors
Up the stairs I climb
When I reach the second from the top
I am a child again
Down the long hall and past my room
I call your name
Why didn't I come home sooner?
What things would we change if we could?
My childhood fades...
And here I stand
At the doorway to your room
The heart of a boy
The eyes of a man
Once inside
I see your suits
In a row like soldiers
Above the polished shoes
A gold watch on the dresser
This foolish thought I still feel
That you will walk in
And find me standing here
What forgotten childhood fears?
I remember after all these years
Is that all I can feel?
Touches of sadness and the slap of anger
Is that more you or me?
Are these the things that really matter?
Am I still blaming you?
There is no one here but me
I feel like I am in a church
Is today Sunday Father?
I sit on the bed that always was made
Did you ever sleep before now?
There is no one here but me
And yet I still call your name
Foolishly afraid you might just answer
What would I say?
My eyes are closed but I can see
I know you are not here
But so many parts of you
Are now in me
So who should I blame
For all that I feel?
Who should I curse?
Who should I hate?
There is no one here but me
What things would we change if we could?
The anger of a little boy
Or the memories of a man?
Rooms / Daniel Byerly © 1998
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The New Sorcerors
Modern day Merlins, still serving their Kings
Raising the dead with all their machines
Turning lead into gold and night into day
Destroying the world, yet paving the way
Brilliant Houdinis, still aweing the crowds
Battling with death, under secrecy shrouds
Changing code into life and ethics into right
Creating the world with microscopic light
With this regret in this regard
I might forget did I take part?
See the statues, read the books
With little theories and colored charts
Welcome all the new sorcerors
Into this Isengard
Misunderstood minds, years beyond their time
Foretelling the future, leading the blind
A golden circle In three-four time
An endless quest this thing you seek
A band of gold none can find
Existing but one place, within the mind
In a thought of what should be
With a vision of crystal clarity
Welcome all the new sorcerors
Into this Isengard
With this regret in this regard
I might forget did I take part?
See the statues, read the books
With little theories and colored charts
Welcome all the new sorcerors
Into this Isengard
The New Sorcerors / Daniel Byerly © 1997
Mr. Potter
Thoughts and images like swirling snow
Fall from heaven into the water below
Emotions and fear, run deep as icy blue
For the person that one man never knew
The lives we touch by all the things we do
And in this moment, this tragic past
Another life at the crossroad
Just waits for one more chance
With shaking hands and broken voice
Seeking faith avoiding choice
To escape a world of pain is not the same
As feeling things
But how much power do we need?
While hope and love we cast aside
How much money do we need?
While one man's life is worth so little
In another world
Anger lives in crippled legs
A rolling prison that feeds his hate
With all he has he still finds pain
In tortured years there is no blame
Possessing things is not the same
Not the same as feeling things
What does it matter, who will care?
Life or death is what we decide
To cough and choke on our own pride
From bitter years of empty life
To choose to jump from what's inside
From plots and schemes of our own minds
To make the choice in our own lives
We stand on bridges all the time
One angry man jumped long ago
While one man walked away
Mr. Potter / Daniel Byerly © 1997
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