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Prince of Ice Prince of Cold Open your arms Don't grow old Make us happy Make them sad Do us good They are bad. Prince of Ice Prince of Lonely Have you ever Been called Phony? When your ice Can take control Don't take fury Gain the cold Prince of Ice Prince of Chill Someone loves you I always will Don't let the darkness Take your soul I can heal you Give control Prince of Darkness Prince of Ice I see the titles In your eyes Sadness blooms You're such a flower Don't be down You'll have the power Prince of Sadness Prince of Pride They call you foolish They all have died Have you yet forgotten Their sins were paid Stop paying attention To th

The words you say Can not, will not define me I'm so much more Than what your closed minds can see The boundaries you place Can not, will not confine me They have no power And I choose to be free You don't understand So you criticize And your blind judgement Shall bring you your demise Because what you don't see In your ignorant eyes Is the masses of people Starting to rise But if you open your mind Than you can see The beauty of people Who choose to be free

When at last we leave this world our lives are polished by the tender hands of loving memory. Gone the dust of insignificant fights the rare cross word and our tiny failings Wiped away the smudges and the prints that marred the luster of our souls Until at last all that remains is the essence of our lives. What will be revealed of us in remembrances final cleansing? Will we shine like silver or glint like gold? Or will we flash like gilding paint soon brushed away by time's careless hands?