Building empires from mud
These hands must work alone
Drowning memories in the flood
turning my heart into stone
Throwing compassion to the flames
love shall never burn again
through eyes of hate,I proclaim
I will rise above your sins
In an honor of my own,i'll walk away
I move to the front cause I'm not afraid
I know whats behind me just fades away
I go on as if i have no memory
and thats how I want things to be
The knight he still stands
but the armour has been laid to rest
A warriors prayer gave love immortal death
The ruler of the night still walks alone
where angels on earth light paths unknown
his world of fantasy like none has ever seen
where shadows and images unite through a dream
and in his dawn of battle,the fighting subsides
where once through lonliness is his peace of mind
No one can stop me,I heard him once say
my hands I throw down,no hurting remains
for he who allows himself to be burned by the flame
of fickle desires shall return with no name

Building empires of mud..kind of like my empires of shit and rust..great
words JT

shit..sorry chub..hope i didnt plagerize,or however you spell it

Oh hell no worries there JT its all good Sometimes people write the
same words at different times for different reasons