The simple peace that calms the heart,
Comes once again amidst this unending flood of emotion.
The guilt and pain, I feel it every, single, day.
The loss, almost too much to bear.

Like wind upon a willows branch,
These whispers speak a lullaby, to peace
This troubled mind and broken clay,
Bind the very substances which lie in tatters.

Oh sweet honey, oh honey bee,
Come wipe away my sorrows and take them up with thee.
Oh sweet honey from Tennessee.
Jack be quick, in endless feeling bring
numbness to this heart, this mind, this soul - Just don’t numb it till its cold.

Burn and burn quick, melt my heart.
Warm me from the inside so unnatural and altering so,
I can take my time, I can bide this life,
Sew it up with the care that means I have seen much anguish all my days.

If I could see the start, know this feeling would be my fall,
To ever hold you in my arms or breathe the sweet vapor of your caress,
I’d see a chance to make it happen, move off this track and ride so free.
But you see, my fate is sealed.

No freedom for now, No speech can surmise it.
No love. For cold has entered where warmth departed,
Replacing light with shadows and shadows with light,
Until my eyes saw nothing natural, no reality in sight.

For a dream is where I live. A dream in which I reside. My Tennessee, and me.
-Adam-

Where at last may I find rest from the subterfuge of the living? In what land is escape to be granted?
Loving Lord's on Lofty Hills uncover the innocence of youth, exposing and corrupting on their way to glory.
In what time is truth upheld? Surely not here where greed buys all things without exception.
When witty tongues and wretched tribes preach blaspheming lies of olden boyhood lives,
Where does truth remain supreme, untempered by politicians tricks or the honor less words of a princes assurances?

Wake up, and smell the decay of the living. 
For all that lives and grows has been poisoned by power's entice.
Wake up, and act before your insatiable hunger has complete control,
Ere no one hears you're screaming in the dark as you're grip on this life
releases you to the next. 
Wake up, and fight the injustice, the corruption, the greed.
Feel again and spread light among the darkest corners of the earth.
Wake this world and fight.
~Adam Thayer~

After much discourse mine heart was severed there, 
by a willow tree twas laid in celestial bondage sewn, 
after what seemed like ages had passed since loves first spark ignited the way,
by none other than Mother Nature's nurture Father Time dispelled it to sleep,
offering forfeiture of life for a time of peace,
to quell the very fiery rage which encompassed my whole being so entirely,
and put an end to the tirany sure to follow the dirt-clad boots of a wander's soul so enamored with the affection of of one that insanity had set in where love's pure light died without a heartbeats notice,
leaving a sensitive heart in its wake and a barrier higher than any other of legend to conquer.
The discourse was great; So tall it trampled love's sweet nectar into dust, mine heart now black as ash.
~Adam Thayer~