He did it because no one else coul… Hands raised in praise, yet so few… I guess it’s enough just to know t… but there’s more I wanted to under… I sought for an answer, unwritten…

Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…

Some were hired at the break of da… Then others hired each passing hou… And when the eve was drawing nigh… looked out and saw some in the str… So, then he went to them and asked…

Got circles in my mind, but words don’t help me find, so I stare at the world to watch i… Got circles in my mind, in the pond of space and time

In a world full of people so lost in the fight I’ve not met another like you, who midst all the crowd stands out in the night...

Now, at the end, looking back... what else have I to do but reflect… in a sleepless round of ever mounting despair. Despair born and thereafter bred

I wish it would have been a war that was the explanation for the reason you are not around, the reason I don’t hear the sound of your voice anymore.

I woke up this morning to the drip… then lie there just thinking how p… Wrapped in the moment, reflecting… how totally different my life is b… I long ago finally came to myself,

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,

You’re not what you think. Things aren’t as they seem. Lived your whole life against what you believe. I know that it’s hard not to

Curled up in the corner in dead of the night. Afraid of darkness and praying for light. Eyes peer from the ceiling.

Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel... never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time,

I wish I could teach the world on… then pray that they grasp it and s… Because it would change every outc… dispel all the darkness and set th… ‘Twould make everything we do unde…

Dim lit, damp and distant corner torn from dream of vapor’s fold. Slow descent to worlds divided, nothing hot and nothing cold. Long ago this soul forgotten,

How odd this ragged stranger seems who jarred me from my frozen stare… at dust and dreams and other thing… for which I spend my time and care… No other man hath paid him mind,