Cory Fox Poems
Boys and girls, take your places It's time again, I'm sure you know To wear your happy faces Because we all love a good show
They tell me that they care But I know what lies beneath Once they see my nightmare They're lying through their teeth
Candle In The Wind
Bewildered and frightened, I walked one night Unsure of whether to run or be still When my eyes beheld such a welcome sight- A lovely candle, glowing on a hill
I see her tears and part of me dies And pray that hope is reflected in me But the emptiness in those hazel eyes Is the only reflection I see
86'D For Life
Who’s to blame for walking by When it’s so easy not to care Beneath a mop of tangled hair Beneath a pale winter sky
No Other Life
The paths which strangers actions do condone Are surely the most natural of signs I’ve found a path that I can call my own I want to live no other life than mine
I strive I love I pray I breathe
Indifference his name; Self gain his plot Like a lamb, he sets up his ruse Lures his victims with no second thought, No remorse and nothing to lose
Where are your eyes? You’re lost with them shut Why not tell lies? We’ve miles to walk, but
Quintet V: 'Lame'
In a one-sided war of attrition Man will fight until his dying day But should he just let go of ambition The meaning of time is stripped away
Quintet Iv: 'Mute'
Before my eyes, webs of truth were twirled From my dreams broken on the ground; I’m searching for purpose in a world Where there’s no purpose to be found
Quintet Iii: 'Deaf'
My eyes ablaze, I ride my white horse Through pestilence, famine, death, war Vowing to fight for better or worse As if it was worth fighting for
Quintet Ii: 'Numb'
Tell me the tales of a heart so scarred By a love so deep and surreal That the words of the minstrel and bard Never came close to what I feel
Quintet Iii: 'Deaf'
My eyes ablaze, I ride my white horse
Through pestilence, famine, death, war
Vowing to fight for better or worse
As if it was worth fighting for
I'm charged with one scared lamb, bleating so shrill
I'll give my life before it dies
But how could I not realize
A thousand more lay just beyond the hill