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The Alamo

With his finger on the trigger
He pulled the hammer down
He waited for the orders
From the Colonel to come around

A small band of soldiers
Who were farmers just before
No emblems on their shoulders
No bright and shining swords

They had joined together
And would fight til the end
At a Mission down in Texas
They knew they must defend

They were well out numbered
A hundred to each one
Reinforcements ordered were on their way
But would never come

Five hundred men strong
Marching on their way
Were slaughtered at Goliad
They could not save the day

They held the enemy back
For three long days and nights
When they heard the word of Goliad
They knew they would lose the fight

They kissed their wives good bye
They sent them through the gates
Then they said prayer to the heavens
For their souls to take

They would not surrender
The courage of these men
At a place they called the Alamo
They would defend until the end

They were completely surrounded
The enemy in red
Then Santa Anna and his men
They raised the flag of death

The cannon fire it began
The battle it raged on
But as each one he lost his life
He knew he died, at home.

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Bugs Rock N Roll

I don't know, but I've been told
A grasshopper plays like a green grass toad! 
Up through the vines, having a real good time
Strumming all night for the love of his life! 

Now Toad he knows, says 'You need soul! '
He jumps right in and away bass goes
Cricket says, 'Don't leave me like this! '
He too jumps in, now strings exist

'Cati did and Cati didn't' 
Sings the Cricket, 'Now which one isn't! '
Now Catidid says, 'You can't play! '
She jumps right in and says, 'Try it this way! '

They stomp their feet, they pick up the beat
Now all the little bugs come out to peek! 
The fire flies they circle the night
Next thing you know they''ve got strobe lights! 

Says Lady Bug, 'Come dance with me! '
Says June Bug, 'I will indeed! '
They step out and start cuttin the rug! 
Says Centipede, 'You all think yall tough! '

He says, 'Now, that ain't nothing new! '
'You've gotta feel the beat, You gotta feel the groove! '
'Now that tune is real real sweet! '
Then he starts a dancing with all them feet! 

Along comes a Dunn Bug, he's rolling through
They say, 'Get out of our way, what's wrong with you! '
Says Lady Bug, 'Take that away! '
'Oh my word, that's the worst p yhew! '

Beatles and Bugs, and the Mantis and Flies
They all jump in for a rock n roll night! 
The Mosquito too, he plays a tune
Just like a piccalo on his tube

All through the night they have the time of their life
Everyone's having a rock n roll night
Now the snake comes along and he eats them all! 
And says to himself...
'I just love it when they have that rock n roll ball! '

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Zorro

This is the story of old Mexico
Long ago in Nogalez town
About a young farm boy, while riding his burro
He could see something that was in the ground

He climed off his burror and started to dig
He could tell it was something round
All wraped in burlap was a wonderful sword
A sword like no other he found

He took it home and he played every day
With this wonderful blade of steel
Ten years later when he was a young man
He was really quite good with his skill

He never did tell his mom not his dad
About the beautiful blade he had found
He kept it hidden by wearing a cape
He kept it hidden while going to town

One day some outlaws they came in to town
The bad hombres they were there to steal
Shouting and shooting til one pushed him down
The young man arose with his steel

He fought them off, He beat every one
They were no match for his blade
On the seat of ones pants as he was trying to leave
He carved a big Z they say

As they started to run he said to them all
I'm Zorro, don't ever come back
This made him legend, the whole town they loved him
This man on a burros back

This handsome young man, this gave him his fame
And the ladies they all wanted him
To the one who carved Z in the seat of ones pants
Senoritas they all adored him

Well Zorro became quite a ladies man
He loved all, never just one
And the strength of his sword, He need more than that
Poor Zorro, He only just one

As legends have it and as storys go
If senorita was ever in need
He'd come to her rescue on a raging black stallion
Not a burro as he did indeed

Through all these years all Mexico know him
If you don't believe just ask
He be the one they all talk about
He carved a Z in the seat of ones pants.

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A Pale Horse

Midnight lightning in the sky
Man in black he passes by
It seems to me he is out of place
With the look of death upon his face

Can't see his eyes, no soul inside
Although he walks, he is not alive
Followed by a pale white horse
The one called death, he holds his course

The demons gather about his feet
Thunder abates, the lightning streaks
For the hand of death, one soul he seeks
As he paces, paces down the street

The fog it creeps, it settles in
In front of a home, his search it ends
In the still of night, a breath of wind
He climbs on his steed and rides again

Did you hear the small child cry? 
As it took first breath of life? 
One he lives, and one he dies
As away on a pale white horse he rides.

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The Crow

Upon the midnight of the fortnight
On the first of the falling snow
Came the Owl upon yon window pane
Followed too by one black Crow

The Owl said to the Crow
'Do you not know what time it is? 
This is night and not day
Are you confused, Is it like this? '

The Crow he cocked his head
He raised his beak as though to speak
But instead he stretched his wings
Pecked a moth upon his feet

The Owl he said, 'What is it now
Has a mouse he got your tongue? 
I will gladly take that from you
For the night I fear no one

The night my friend belongs to me
If for food I never share
But curious yes, I am indeed
What is it that brings you here? '

The Crow he hopped along the sill
Through the window he peered in
Inside was the family of the farm
All asleep and quite tucked in

Still another word not said
He ruffled his feathers and turned his head
Quite content to still not speak
Against his feathers he wiped his beak

'You take great chances', said the Owl
'I often prey on the likes of you
If not for something other in mind
Perhaps next time you will do

I am the wisdom of all the forest night
Sharp are my claws and quiet is my flight
So stupid Crow who offers himself as meal
The next time we meet, I promise, I will'

The Owl he suddenly alofts high in the air
He swoops down on a hen that was sleeping near there
While standing on the hen and now devouring his prey
He looks back at the Crow who seems to patiently wait

'When I am done', said the Owl
'My quite annoying friend
If you still have not left
It will too be your end'

Suddenly from inside
A shot it rings out
A musket ball of the farmer
It found the old Owl

The Owl wounded
He alofts to the trees
But then just as abrupt
He falls to the leaves

The Crow too now alofts
But lands on the Owls chest
For the first time he speaks
Before the Owl's last breath

If true in wisdom you should know
I a Raven and not a Crow
The mark of death is why I come
A soul it dies and it is done

The Raven then he took to flight
And in the moonlight as he did soar
From the darkness he could be heard
As he cried out, nevermore.

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When the World Cries

I have seen many things within my life 
And I wonder if we have learned a thing 
I saw man reach for the stars, place his foot upon the moon 
And I heard the whole world it sing 

I saw two brothers that the world so loved 
One became as King upon our eyes 
The one he fell upon the wayside of our lives 
As the other was taken too his life 

I saw a man, he taught and he preached 
He said, Please set my people free 
He too, he fell along the wayside of his path 
Now three times the world cried misery 

I watched a war where many they died 
So many, they lost their lives 
For the fourth time the world, this time cried fowl 
This war that was proclaimed a lie 

I saw their names placed down in stone 
For those that had given lives 
And I wonder if we have learned a thing at all 
And I wonder if this does make it right 

I watched a Princess live out her life 
I remember the night that she died 
Again the world it lost a love 
For the fifth time the world it cried 

I watched the Towers as the whole world gazed upon 
As evil, it brought the towers down 
Again so many they would lose their lives 
And again the whole world it cried 

I watched a man proclaim, I am a King 
You can't touch me, I have my own way 
Many they died while under his rule 
His ruthlessness and his evil ways 

I watched the night in the predawn hours 
Lightening made by man it filled the sky 
This time the world knew what must be done 
Still there were those that doubted why 

I watched as those stormed across his land 
And proclaimed evil must not survive 
I saw the Kingdom handed back to it's peoples hands 
But this time the world it would not cry 

We have all seen many things within our lives 
And sometimes wonder of the reasons why 
Sometimes the world it has it's need to cry 
But then sometimes we do get it right.

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Hurricane Katrina

Within the calm still waters
Feel the breath of wind
The wind it turns the water churns
She is giving birth within

Now across her white caps
And still far out at sea
She whispers she is coming
She gathers up her breeze

The name that they give her
Soon all the world will learn
The might and strength of a woman's wrath
Is soon to be well earned

See her rising waters
See her calm still eye
The fury of what is to come
Hear the children cry

With biblical proportions
There is nothing that can be done
Her strength and will of all she gives
Hurricane Katrina comes

The levee it can't hold her
Against her massive tides
The city streets are beneath her
As she turns out the lights

From Mississippi to Alabama
She lays her waters down
The destruction of what once was
So many still not found

To late to run to late to hide
To late now but to cry
As we wake up to a new morning sun
The day after New Orleans it died. 

Copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
Author of: 
When Cannons Fire 
& 
The Kingdom

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The Apple

The beauty of the apple must have been
Something quite extraordinary
And has been since time began
It must have had the bluest eyes
The world has ever seen
For man to taste the fruit of life
Of that forbidden tree

It must have been quite something
For man to choose a life
For man to kiss the apple
To know someday he would die

It must have been something
Beyond his wildest dreams
For man to reach and touch it
To pluck it from it's tree

As he touched and kissed it
He caressed it in his hands
Did he know what he was giving
Did man he understand

It must have been the bluest eyes
The world has ever seen
For man to choose the apple
Beyond his eternity

Sometimes I think I do know
And that I can understand
Every time you walk with me
Every time I hold your hand.

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Once Upon An Easter

The Easter Bunny as he hopped along
He carefully placed each egg in it's new hiding place
When he was through he looked back to view
But astonishment fell upon his face

For a snake he had come along
And he had eaten every last one
The Bunny he seen and said, 'Oh my, dear me! '
'Oh no, look what you've done! '

The snake he said, 'But I was so hungry'
'And they were such wonderful morsels of treat'
The Bunny he said, 'But they were all mine! '
'They were for the children on Easter to seek! '

The snake said, ' I'm sorry, I did not know'
'But they are all gone now no doubt'
The Bunny said, 'I know what I'll do! '
''They are in you, I will get them out! '

A worried look came upon the snakes face
As the Bunny he grabbed the snakes tail
Then he shook that snake with every inch of his life
But the eggs were quite stuck and stuck well

The snake now gasping said, 'You cannot do this! '
'This just wont ever do! '
But the Bunny he said, 'What goes in must come out! '
'And that includes the inside of you! '

The snake got away and climbed a tree way up high
But the branch broke and he fell to the ground
And when he did, out popped those eggs
They were scattered and all over around

The snake now leaving, he turned and said, 'Phew! '
'I think I should hibernate through this Easter thing too! '

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The Tin Heart

I could sit here and tell you all about me 
And the secrets that I do keep 
About my life and my feelings inside 
And my dreams just out of reach 

I could tell you about the love's in my life 
And of those that made me cry 
And of the passion's that I cling to so 
And for reasons I know not why 

I can tell you about thought happiness found 
And how I watched it die 
And how overwhelmed with hurt I become 
As alone I was inside 

I can tell you about how I feel inside 
And of life how I feel about things 
And how I searched a dictionary once 
For happiness and what it did mean 

I could tell you about this road that I chose 
And it's burdens with it's heavy loads 
And decisions I faced that I had to make 
Some were wrong and I do know 

I can tell you about the beauty I see 
I can see it all around me 
And how that I now feel that wisdom has come 
I can hear it even now as I speak 

I could tell you all about my life 
How I got up when I fell apart 
And what I've discovered that life's given me 
For behold is given, the tin heart.