Heaven

the night has gone to heaven
the day has just been born
the night took you with her
left me with a heart thats torn
i keep thinking to myself
that could have been me

Dear heaven, Dear Lord
please take care of my Uncle now passed
the man who lived each day to its last
My uncle who was taken from us too soon

Ode to a Cross
By: Adam M. Snow

Made from an old dogwood tree,
betrayed for all the world to see.
With three nails upon the cross,
Satan bows his head emboss.

God the Father
By: Adam M. Snow

To be at the sight of all beauty and grace,
and seek guidance in your glorious place.
To be still and in awe of you,
and to know you made me new.

Ode to a Twilight Sky
By: Adam M. Snow

To bear witness to the beauty above,
to know it's everything one could love.
With the sights of the twinkling lights,

Beyond Wonderland
By: Adam M. Snow

I've searched this morbid night,
longing for this love's delight,
behind this nameless emotion,
and in search for my soul's devotion.

The Star
By: Adam M. Snow

The star in the sky,
is evermore so bright.
It'll never fade away,
as it fills the sky with light.
It's something to reach for,
when you're awake or asleep.

Lie to me,
Tell me things like,
Everything,
Will be fine.
If I died tomorrow,
Who would care?
Who would show?
At my funeral?
Would people weep,
Or maybe start fights,
Would I be free,
Or stuck in chains,
Or maybe there's nothing,
But worms eating my brain,
Everything gone,
So why should I bother,
To write a novel,
Find my true lover,
Become the president,
But first a senator,

Again
By: Adam M. Snow

Again yet again I see you ponder;
as you wander away from me;
as I be to you but an echo among the wind.
Again I find myself longing for your touch;
and your warm gentle love so much.
Let us be yet another dream come true;
again let us be a wish upon a star in the sky of dark blue;
as we become yet anew, I stand here with you;

Morning Ember
By: Adam M. Snow

I arose from my slumber with haste of morning ember;
to be greeted by a knock on my chamber door.
"Who's there?" I said as I am greeted with an;
outstretched hand and the pain I feel nevermore.
"It is me, your mourning star, greeting you from afar."
Quoth the ghost of this morning ember.
I lie back down, confused and alone on this cold;