Random Rhyme

When the nights are dark,

When the clouds in the sky begin to spark,

When the sky begins to cry,

The moments when you really want to die,

When you feel there is no one around you,

When you feel there is the need to go,

Far away, to a place, far away from the madding crowd,

When you know without a speck of doubt,

When you know that nothing can help you out, no matter what you do,

When you know, the enemy is going to get to you,

When you know you can run but you cannot hide,

When you know a lie is a lie, black or white,

When you little time is there,

Close your eyes, feel the fear,

Let it loose, feel the blood gushing in,

Let your soul feel the wind,

Do not cry, but cry then if you must,

Do not worry, but worry if you must,

For the end is near,

Nothing can save you from dying, where there is fear,

Or else you could believe in Him,

And see yourself walk out of hell, even when the hope is dim, the smile is grim.....when the chances are slim.

Man without a spine

Being born rich was not a choice, it was a chance,

Closed in a closet, lost in a trance...

Cut my nerves let me bleed;

Hang me from the walls...there ain't no need;

For a man without a spine, without a life, without an eye..

When I can't have what's mine..

There ain't no need for a man without a spine

In the trenches of time, falling from the sky..

There was a need to die, a need to sigh,

To feel the pain that was meant to be mine, the pain meant to make me cry

But for a man without a spine, there ain't no pain,

There ain't no time....when I can't have what's mine

Cause there ain't no need for a man without a spine.

As the man, the man with the hoe, the man without a spine,

Stood looking far into the twilight, without a clue,

Without a hint for what the future held for him, for the decree had been passed,

To kill the man without the spine,

But then who would hoe the land, who would kill the time ?

Who cares ? There ain't no need for a man without a spine.

Walking through the savanna, looking right into the sun,

Walking through the marsh, walking right into the mud,

Walking into the quick sand, drowning into it, without a whine,

That's how he chose to die, the man without a spine,

For he knew his words meant nothing to no one,

He knew there ain't no need for a man without a spine.