WHO’S BROKEN

With eyes of grey, no longer whole
The cross you bare…to see no more
That’s what I see as I look on
And so I start to write this song

Your body bent to crippled chair

Passing by my eyes
Are people living lives
They flow before my gaze
Just like the memories
In my mind
I watch them from
My hiding place
In shadows so
To hide my face
And as they pass

ME AND THE ME

Each day I run
Each day I hide
From the me
I’ve locked inside

The me I built
In early years
The me reflected
In my tears

The me that loved ones
Warned me of

What do the Heavens think of me
When God looks down what does He see
What things run through His mind
And fill His heart

Beholding one who once was there
Now forging through a world of care

MEDLEY

Trembling and shaking
And out of control
The burn in my mind
A deafening pull

The sight of your visage
The feel of the day
Oh god in the heaven
Make this go away

A tale I once heard of two men of the land
Who’s lives were defined by the toil of their hands.

Each man was beholden to God for increase.
So when the time came that the precious rain ceased,

A life spent adrift
On seas with no end
A smothering mist cloaks my mind

Day after day
I have always believed
The truth I would finally find

I’ve been with the crowds

WHERE DO YOU GO

A silent end
A fading friend
An ever…
An ever mounting fear

A tear stained eye
A question why
Another…
Another pointless year

A solemn stare
A mirror’s glare

God made the Earth
The scriptures tell
As day by day
And just as well

For although he
Might well have made
All his creations
In a day

A purpose there
Most surely was
In taking time

With tear filled eyes I’m left behind
A-walk in trance, still mystified
The rays of setting sun pierce through
As angel wings which carry you

…

Goodbye my hearts eternal love

Unto what shall our era be likened?
Are we like unto people of old?
Are we so far removed from the ancients of days,
We gain not from their story now told?

WINGS OF FIRE

Into the darkened corners of desire
Long left standing upon
The un-swept floors of secret yearning
Have I strived to press your memory away

Which over time of endless days

BILLY & BENNY

You wake up in the morning
Get something for the pot
No longer can you tell
Just what is real and what is not
Peering through the blind
You’re taken by the morning rays

A silent end
A fading friend
An ever mounting fear

A tear stained eye
A question why
Another pointless year

A solemn stare
A mirror’s glare
And nothing’s left inside

Is there purpose left in going on
Is there something yet to find
Uncounted days of rise and fall
Have left me far behind

What is the point in trying to feel
What they tell me I should feel