Written by: Artie Beason


Somehow they  knew that instruments of time
Was gently seasoned with verses and rhymes

Being impassioned by the wisdom of souls
Guided by their creations back to days of old

Masters they perform songs of their youth
Somehow begin whispers of never ending truth

Rainbows and shadows sway and begin
Natures ending force whispers start over again

While their quest in life turns uneven in hand
Graced is the finale whispers perfect be the end...

Written by Artie Beason  April 11 2007