Living every day, wondering why I… never really knowing why I’m here. Singing every song, always going w… feeling like I always live in fear… Hating what I see, wanting more t…

So much time I now spend, watchin… Watching as others pass by, living… Living their lives. I watch not for the care of wantin… or even so mush as to learn from w…

I used to have a reason to get up and fight for truth. I used to have light in my eyes to know I’d be with you. I used to have a lot of things

There’s a purpose in the way that… There’s a reason why things will b… But we tend to only figure it out.… when we come to the end of the lin…

Can I write you? Can I slip into your eyes in search of words to describe? May I move as a soft caress upon your skin,

I paused to stand and watch a man… my wonder soared as I watched his… He stood as if not noticing that m… they moved without a second glance… Then as I watched he stepped full…

What is the point of going on, is there something left to find? Too many days of rise and fall have left me far behind. And what’s to gain in trying to fe…

With childhood eyes reflecting. Clear mountain day remembering. Fresh cut hay reviving. Together we’d play, etching memories never to be forgotten.

There’s a magic to the moment when you’re alone at night and a song d… playing soft and sweet in the still of the midnight air. Then whatever the day dealt fades…

I see it time and time again that beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price with outer glow and inner ice. And observation seems to tell

You sit there rocking, no more people talking, drifting with the wind across the… It’s peaceful like you planned it. No one make’s demands it’s

Even now, despite the time that’s gone by since you were mine… I find at quiet moments in my hear… that you never left me for in my heart there is no door

Seasons change as years go by, winter’s cold and summer dry. Life is hard in many ways, yet rings are formed as seasons ch… So, although not but bark we see,

Alone I sit upon this throne, alo… The meat I have, the clothes I we… none in the land has such as I, no… Yet not a single one of them can c… I do recall oh yes, the time when…

The days don’t seem to give a damn… they march in step of time. They stare ahead with eyes of stee… while never breaking line. They torture me with disregard,