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Going for Two of Nine
 Gold and Stone and Roman Numerals | Innocence Abound

Going for Two of Nine

Once alive and full of grace.
I still remember your name and your face.
The feelings still flow like a raging stream,
but nothing's the same as it seems.
You lie there still on a bed of roses.
In hand your picture book full of poses.
I flip through the pages and remember them all.
Flip through the Spring, the Summer, and Fall.
Then comes the Winter and driving cold.
It blows away the pictures and stories they told.
The petals of roses scattered high through the air.
Gather in a better place; I know I'll see you there.
For now your as dead to me as I am to you.
Not to see, hear, or touch, but that changes soon.

GOLD and STONE and ROMAN NUMERALS

Four times flashing with herd in check behind
and crowds came watching Kelley lead them blind
Four times crashing in a 13 year story now
but the present crashing seems unreal somehow
     without gold and stone and roman numerals

Much too real it must seem to the K-gun once blazing
in fury under fire with no time for conference raising
And a gun wielding buffalo trotted out once more
in vain shooting blanks at those he stood before
     in the shadows of gold and stone and roman numerals

The death of the K-gun and all it comprised
comes shocking quick with quite a few surprised
And a buffalo left charging across an empty field
 is too left empty when there is no yield
     of gold and stone and roman numerals

     And his name revered
          when the new era begins!

Innocence Abound

Secret obsession; A ruthless man
Taking advantage of everything he can
Never stops to think; Never wants to know
Never cares about the pain they show
Always wondering which is next
Never makes a change for the best
Always changing the ones around
Never changes the innocence abound

A shock; A memory; A pain
It all remains the same
A shock; A memory; A pain
Nothing that's over will change
That shock; That memory; That pain
It all fades to love again

All is well or so it seems
Deep in the eyes a sparkle gleams
All is well until the memories come
To fuel the harm long since gone
To tell the story; To share the pain
To feel the hate; To cry like rain
Nothing will change the things you've found
And nothing can change the innocence abound

A shock; A memory; A pain
Let fate control the game
A shock; A memory; A pain
Far away; There is no shame
That shock; That memory; That pain
The hand of love is here again

Now different worries enter the mind
These aren't the worries with sorrow behind
No shock; No pain; No shame; No hurt
Bury the memory; Pack the dirt
There's always life; Its always full
If you only know the strings to pull
Taken from the heavens and left on the ground
Happy to stand in the middle of the innocence abound