if of use

well some would argue the pasts we have aged through are dust
to the futures we all want to come
but in making our strides are there not reasons why
            to share the bones we have thrown in our lives

so you may use the songs
that I wrote for myself
 you may use my anthems of pain
or my finest ballad having melody
to declare what you have dared

use them right my friends
in your examples of
 what may come of wanting so much
give them life again in the strongest voice
of the sacred you hold as a trust

You have leave to seize what the day gives away
and that no one else will observe
to then pave a way for the things that you praise
            that develop in more than just words

BANG YOUR DRUMS
HOLD YOUR TOMAHAWKS UP
SING YOUR SONGS
WARRIORS ON THE HUNT

Pray out loud
All you pondering monks
enrich the world
with what you've got

Raise your bones
All you wandering punks
Rip things up
SHOW YOUR STUFF