The Rare and the Few

The Rare and the Few R Becker Pain is a Drill Drilling's a skill Creating the holes that Love wants to fill Life comes as a breeze And death comes as a freeze And the freeze is what you feel As your last memory Words shock and break the sadness of the rocks Poetry rocks by mistake the despair of the clocks And clocks lose their memories in laughter and Bach .I always wanted to know you as the best person I knew Lets meet in a street Where the world splits in two Artists are masters Disasters they make I'm an achievement of stories The real and the fake You put my life in a place For the rare and the few You fill your secrets with me I fill my Secrets with you