Mountains of Madness

The hour of decision is made to light the torch for the brave The storms of life come rushing in some are immediate and quick... others prompt the imagination still we play on the one string we are dealt iron sharpens iron to show each other home if one had an idea To soar like the eagle to places far unknown playing second fiddle like a dog without a bone through the duration of time we have created a rhyme A beacon of light to a hurting world in need Caged fury sex, drugs & rock and roll let the sweet freedom come into your soul we have become cumbersome to this world Faces, spaces & traces Mark the man willing to explore Lest I implore another opened door Let's look above to the heavenly love prone in desire A gun for hire in vast temple's of doom many heads are gun to soon bask in the vast array of mere simplistic desire