By Scott Sailer, AKA Beamer


Slowly we built the cross,
The cross of our demise.
We built it,
Right before our very eyes.

Each grain of wood,
A part of our soul.
From the blood of our birth,
To the breath we can’t control.

With the length of each year,
The sins are layered.
Building, Building the weight we must bear.
Even as life moves forward,
Still, we take the dare.

The crossing timber,
unwittingly set in place.
We still continue,
Not seeing the pain being etched into place.

Now to late to see,
No redemption is to be had,
From our skin to our hearts,
Ripped layer by layer,
Like bark from a once beautiful tree.

The blood of our birth,
The breath we can’t control
The love leaches out
As we loose control. 

“Find your own sound.  Dont be a second rateYngwie Malmsteen be a first rate you”

– George Lynch 2013 (Dokken, Lynchmob, KXM, Tooth & Nail etc....)


Lots of pain underlying this one, Scott ... I feel for ya, buddy. Well written!     


beamer I think I understand what you are saying and this is so well written and says so very much. You are talented beyond words to express it.     

Music is what feelings sound like.
Music is life, that why our hearts have beats.