I write Not for tomorrow But for today Because tomorrow isn’t promised I promise
I was once walking down Pasture lane when crows flew over… Then I thought of subtle rain Pouring over the dead.... And golden sunsets bless this visi…
Everyone is less optimistic Truth is far from simplistic The essence of can’t gets it But then she paid me a visit Made me look at
It has stopped me with purpose On purpose What did I do to deserve this Oh yes I live where absurd is
God loves us all And has the answer... But Why are some babies born with canc…
Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
Northerns saaaaay so-duh pop! Southerners saaaaay Damn! It’s hot!
The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
I think outside the box Because I’m off the equinox I can walk and talk But I’m not a paradox Because I got the lock
Most of the time hard work goes unnoticed. But in the mind I must stay focused. It’s yours, not mine
Work hard to Love her and Yourself Don’t be concerned With every body else
I saw you... You saw me I saw you Then God was born Helen
In the worst time I always loose focus All these great lines How do I show this Can you rewind
