Despair is the thing with scales
That slides across our minds...

As summer sun sleeps
On our twilight song...

All the right words seem so wrong, ((oh so wrong...
And all the wrong moves seem so right, ((as right...

The Warriors of Light and the Minions of Evil walk...
Each progressing at the same rate...

(This poem is about a certain boy's hair. He has...
There is a day in everyone's life...