EvanescenceForgive me if I didn't whisper goodnight to youBut I lose control when I listen to the rainI'd do anything for youI'd do anything for us to be together again.You called me your snow white queenBut I was really your tourniquetI can see your star in the vanishing skyGo anywhere as long as it's away from meWhere will you go before the dawn?The heart shaped box you gave me has been brokenAll of the weight of the world has been unleashed.You were the only one who fed me liesYou were thoughtless enough to surrender meMy field of innocence is haunted by youLithium was what kept you alive all of these yearsI bleed as I watch you breathe no more.
Ode to KenjiFor my birthdaySusan bought mea great German Shepherd,he was bigger than my Yorkieyet smaller than my Great Dane.Oh how I loved my presenthe went everywhere I went,everywhere I went hewas at my heelsalways watching and waiting.But one day something happened,ah yes it was the food,the dreadful food that tookmy beloved friend from melike a cancer.
Who Am I?I am bright and yellowI wonder what they think of meI hear a rushing of a cometI see a blue marbleI want to be in the stillnessI am bright and yellowI pretend to be a fireI feel warm insideI touch the air around meI worry about dyingI cry because I am aloneI am bright and yellowI understand time goes onI say time must stopI dream of the universe in technicolorI try to see colorI hope it happens one dayI am bright and yellow
Evanescence poemWe Have Fallen to the Open Door That Leads Anywhere But HomeJohn LeCompt hits the rimof the drum and it echoes, but doesn't stopBen Moody plays the chordswhile Amy silently pounds the keys.While Amy starts singing words wecannot hear, Rocky plays backup to Ben.The song has now officially started andthe crowd goes wild as Amy jumpsdown to the crazy crowd and theycatch her as she falls.As Amy surfs the crowd, Benstarts a solo that ends witha big finish with fireworksand destroyed instruments.
Notre Dame de ParisShe has magnificent clothes,stunning in every way, bright in colors.In truth she hides financial problems:by the people and businesses.She wants you to look overher hobos living under bridges.She only wants you to see hergrand arcs, gothic cathedralsand outstanding towers.
Value of a DollarFrom the eyes of a child,I could see what grown men could not,I could hear what wise woman could not,for I knew the value of a dollar.From the age of nine I hadmy own concession stand;fifty dollars in my pocket a week,two thousand and six hundred a year.It's the little things that count;of course I did not keep all of the moneyfor most of it went into my college fundbecause I did not keep all of it,was how I learned the true value of a dollar.One dollar by itself couldnot make a difference,but a lot of them can.