the wind is fine to watch from the confines of my roomna window forced into a wall like a hole inside a tombnwatch the leaves go up and up and watch them slowly fall back downnhear the clouds rush idly by, hear them crash into the groundnnno noise could ever save me from the voice inside my headnfrom the nightmares in my closet and the monsters in my bednYour name is the sound I sigh when i'm forced to see my breathnduring winter chills of loneliness and the knowledge that there's deathnnyou see, since every man must live, I guess that every man must dienyoung and old and in between, every man must laugh and crynthere is joy, there is sadness, inside of every human heartnand there's a slave and there's a free man and a chance to never startnnit seems i'm living in an age where the good guy is just as badn'cause every bastard's born with darkness with a thorn upon his headni'm haunted by the memory of my mother's maiden namenand the perfection that I promised at a time that never camennI know my parents love me, I know I love them backnI know my love ain't perfect; I see that there's a lacknof consequences for my actions, of compensation for my daysni've been doubting everything around me, God vindicate my waysnnone by one I see them come: the monsters to be namednthey stand and fall, they walk and crawl, here I am ashamednnthe cemetery looks the best when it's formed outside a churchndirt filled with all the lonely people who have given up the searchnsome gave up because they found it, some quit some never triedneverybody pondered looking, some alone, some side by sidennoh God, I wish I could have been there the day that Moses hit the stonena man blessed by holy heaven, a man courageous and aloneni'd love to watch him drink the water while the people stood and cheeredndid he know the well his sin would bring to bear all that he feared?nn40 years he cried for nothing but my unrequited lovenfrom a land i've only heard of from all these thunder clouds abovenand oh God oh yes I love you, but right now i'm mad as hellnI am your friend God, please remember I am your voice inside this shellnof human frailty and misgivings about the promises of truthnI only know God, what you've shown me; apart from that there is no proofnnI see the stars and all their glory, I see the waves crash on the shorenI see the order and the chaos and I wish I could see morenof Your abundance in the desert and of your manna on the sandninstead of seas You never parted in this dry and lonely landni'm gonna trust You, Lord, I love You. You're my savior and my friendngive me strength to bear this moment of despair that you did sendnnone by one, I see them come: the monsters to be namednthey stand and fall, they walk and crawl, here I am afraidnnthe night crawls through my window as I crawl into my bednto dream of candles I left burning next to books I never readnI hear the birds no longer singing, I see the black behind the rainnI see the emptiness that's filled with songs of birds and crushing painnnmy name is no more than a sound my presence somehow seems to drawnsymbols scribbled on a paper to fulfill this nation's lawnhere's my name if I could give it, myself but etched into my chestnI am a man, I am a poet, I am redeemed and i'm a messnI have joyful lips and tragic eyes and the same face that hides a soul that lives to lovena God who's death alone allows me to be whole...nnone by one, I see them come: these angels to be praisednthey stand and fly, they never die. here I stand amazed...nI stand amazed... I stand amazed... nare you amazed?