• The Toy Maker
    I'm up at night,
    It's 3 am.
    I want to dream,
    But I cannot seem,
    To take the flight,
    Something isn't right...

    The insomnia,
    It will not end.
    My eyes,
    They bleed,
    I see a trend,
    Between my rage,
    That does not end,
    And all the people,
    I wish to bend.

    Their Morals,
    Their Quarrels,
    Their Minds,
    Their Dimes,
    Their Fears,
    Their Cheers.

    I'm Bending Unending,
    I'm Stitching,
    I'm Mending,
    I'm Making,
    I'm Breaking.

    Their bodies are shaking,
    Their minds I am waking,
    Their souls I am taking.

    They'll walk and they'll talk,
    They'll leap off their feet,
    They'll dance and they'll cry,
    They'll live and they'll die.

    My work never ends,
    For they never break,
    So I am up late,
    A Toy Maker's Fate.