The pinion of gears the minion of fears
Twisting in the coil and boil
Throughout the years of tears and sears of flame
The wrenching pain and who’s the blame
For the toil
Who’s to shame why the game
Face the gates to a new fate
Forget the hate
Drop the bait
Step into your new found state
The state of mind above the grind
Left down behind the barn
The barn so long ago
The maladjusted souls
And the youth they stole
booguloo@live.com Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 