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Dark Soul
by
Gerard Quain
When the light goes out in my soul
My heart sinks and I arrive at the abyss
The haunted place, it's environment made by me
I created this dark place, with jealousy and deceit
As a child I danced gaily with me siblings
No sign then of who I was going to become
No demonic laughter to a give a sign
That I was going to be anything but benign
But time passed, as it does
I grew from spoiled child, to spoiled man
Obsessed by my vanity, and needing to own all
No one immune to my spite, and bile
So parents take heed of this warning
If you want your child to have integrity
Then, do not give in all his whim's
For spoiled boys , grow up to be, dark souled men
IF I Die Today
by
Gerard Quain
I stand alone
Fear the worst
Look at the hole
Remember it's not me
The reflection of history
A future made
Here I am laid
Lost for words, the throng
I must have done something wrong
I just lived until this day
But they cry
Why ?
The Spirit
by
Gerard Quain
Doesn't the spirit move you
Don't you want to sway
As the band plays louder
The dance floor gets more crowded
Doesn't the spirit move you
Don't you to sway
Blond Mary is my target
I have to take the chance
Please Mary will you dance
Tonight I am going to hold Mary
Tonight our spirit will move
Tonight we will sway