A Blaze Of glory

In the days of glory gone in past

We so often wonder when all the good times will last

On a loose parchment paper scroll filled up with holes;

In strict desolation we fall for all the right roles.

Some may even claim up your nose with a rubber hose

Within solace their cometh a bit of pain

To humbly treasure a red rose in modest bouquette,

A blaze of glory in the setting of the sun as the fall of the day

An emmense time to humbly come undone;

Get so excited to to have a bit of fun;

Enclosed a thought of a heart that was raptured

We had staked our claim toward the great hereafter,

To envoke a solemn prayer in the ellusive sense.

Some may even curse the actual day they were born.

A blaze of story set to music..

With harp & flute we pushed ahead!

Some may even loose their sleep then bother to wake up the dead!

What is going on inside their head ?

That grinding that would eventually wear out!

To nothing a lesser stone merely the brand new day,

Serves to give luster to a diamond!

God will not look you over for pearls, trophies or degrees!

Rather, God will look for scars,

A blaze of glory;

In this life their is no second best so try to shoot for the stars!

Such as Jupiter is with Mars!