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Featuring the works of Roy Hale
by Roy Hale
My life is a graveyard of broken dreams,
A man living in the shadow of former things.
Reaching for the stars at night,
To wake in the morning...full of fright..
I dared to dream the dream of fools,
Only to find that reality rules…
So I shrink back deep within my soul,
Trying to find peace while growing old.
Born on the wings of an ill wind,
Comes the Grim Reaper, slowly closing in,
But I’ll fight you you fallen angel of light,
And I’ll win by God and all my might..
Flee my presence and leave me alone,
So I can count my losses and try to go on..
I’m a man with lofty hopes and ethereal dreams,
Who knows inside can never reach these things.
But without these dreams there remains only a shell,
A broken man that can never be well.
So shed a tear for this poor broken fool,
And watch him die slowly….as reality rules….
by Roy Hale
A Knight stands firm,
Feet spread wide,
No enemy in sight,
Yet the fears won't subside.
Deep into the dark,
His hallow eyes gaze,
Pursuing his quest,
His desire does blaze.
His mind is tortured,
Soul torn apart.
He can defeat all,
Except matters of the heart.
He is a Knight,
His course is clear,
He will never give up,
Till he conquers this fear...
His courage is strong,
His resolve is true,
He will never give up,
Till he finds love true....
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