He could have come to rule the wor… he should have been a king. He could have had all that he want… but then what would it bring? For he knew who he was and also
What happens when you finally deci… to change what you’re doing and sw… Is it like when the fog clears awa… and you find where you stand? Or is it more like the unveiling o…
Heard a song of broken halos, folded wings that used to fly. Wondered why I go where I go. Yeah, broken halos as miles went b… Angels used to come and teach me,
My heart aches with no reason why. Though things are fine, these tear… Those I know don’t understand and half the time I’m just like th… I’ve searched and sought.
I’ve never liked the winds of chan… they bring the cold and driving ra… destroying what was calm and warm and leaving nothing but the storm. They make me have to rise and flee
It doesn’t matter how the sun sets… nor how the clear streams flow. There is no joy in waves of grain or brilliant fields of snow. This world in all its glory
Picture frame the moments. In diaries write them down. Hold on to such with all you have for times will come around, when they will be all that you hav…
How long can rolling waters stay impure in their decree? How long can all the world behold the many signs they see, and not consider what is meant,
The battle before us - “The Left and The Right”, calling to everyone, “Join in the fight!” Calling, demanding -
There’s something worse than feeli… yes, worse than feeling blue. There’s something worse than feeli… and knowing you’ve been used. There’s something worse than feeli…
You saved them but then fell again… the circle’s in the sky. Divided fence and happenstance don’t care if it’s a lie. Tomorrow’s way fades into grey
The petal of a rose once fell then drifted slowly through the tr… Upon the wind it tumbled long until it drifted up to me. At first, I saw no value there
Balancing midst them both, two liv… Split down the middle and torn at… Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing… who know only one side of things. Confliction, a way of life down to…
Midst fear and doubt, when prayers have ceased, unannounced, without a sound, returns the clouds and falls the rain...
This is the reason I do what I do… A rhyme, a song in shades of blue. Connections made to a million ties… The longing stare of a million eye… Peering out from the darkness, sou…