These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.

I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing

He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs

I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.