(2005)
A short verse relating my own sense of feeling 'troubled' following a dramatic event
Where will I be at the end of tod… Instead of that place in yesterday Where will I be in that tomorrow? Will it be the same, and what abou… Where is now on this long and wind…
Many are the times we have to laug… There are often times that we may… Many are the days when you draw ne… Many the days that we live in fear Those lies we told in the mirror s…
In those days when our hearts were… Nothing could change that strange… Our dreams were steadfast, it’s wh… The future was clear it would see… In those days when our hearts were…
The days were never long enough In the village and in the city When friends together their lives… Meeting everyone’s ‘hello’ a treat Each one an island but together no…
When the sun rose it was grey on that September day, it seemed that life had drained away, with nothing to look forward to, until the clouds broke and you said that you would stay. The...
Yes, dark is this night, and the c… The movement of the planet sees to… As around the sun we travel in une… A system in which we are just a ti… The sun blazing in its place
Between the deep green pines that… The highway runs long and straight… The traveller steps out; he’s a hu… His wishes shattered long ago, and… In his disgrace he’s lost the race…
I see you’ve got a brand new Cadi… Yes I see you’ve got a brand new… How is it that you can afford some… That brand new Cadillac car How does if feel to drive in a car…
My love now she is leaving And the day is getting dark The night-time moon’s appearing Hear the last song of the lark The evening’s silence deepens
I’ve lost all reason Can’t let the breeze in Can’t think without fear Don’t know if you are near All the days are turning
Now I travel along this lonely ro… With soft light and calm air all a… And at my side an unseen presence… And at every turn I saw a view be… I saw rippling streams, and quiet…
Yesterday is gone, yet this day re… There is no choice for fateful way… When worlds were stopped, inertia… Forward thrown, unsteady days, ric… Now more than hundreds past, but s…
Dreams of the future come to me, Into quiet places there they take… Is this real, can it be? Or do my dreams forsake me? Wonderful places full of grace.
Long days ago when no things had c… The day before me was within my ra… Safe and well in familiar home, Without any fear to play and to ro… This place I’m in is my entire wo…
Events that change the drift of ti… Stand each alone, but are in line. The days are altered, the future f… When the time for change its prese… These changes that cannot be stopp…