How do you say sorry?
With a smile? And see
It knocked down.
With heavy heart?
Seems good, feels good,
Until once a while it gets ignored.
What then? Back to groveling?

He stumbles, and pauses on the path,
For facing are the the Crossroads.
The choices are many; the right are few.
Turning, taking in all the roads.
Confusion, it's cold stirring him,

The dark will abate,
Just be not late,
Or you might miss fate.
Please reach for my hand
As you deeper sink in sand.
Let them not pull you down,
Lest you give reason to replace their frown

O soul of mine, do not despair
Thy God will hear and answer prayer
Be still my soul and quietly rest
For he alone know what is best

Fear not
Of them them that mock,
Love will hold us strong
Through whatever they say
Our boat will not rock.
Love, will guide us through the throng
Guide our paths over what they may lay

O'er them there hills yonder
Lies the Black Forest...Black!
Down in that valley I oft wonder
What lies there? I'd look if I wasn't so slack
Though maybe its because I fear

For you I have no words,
They have fled me as night from day.
For you my thoughts have flown with the birds
Forming that which I cannot say.

For you who I love so;

O What a Friend
You have been to me
Through it all, even to the end
You'll guide me, Oh can't you see
I cannot live without you,
Without you being there
To show me the way through

Time Passes Us On

It's a sad fate
To be caught late;
Undone by time.
How sad that we
Can only sit and rhyme
Of deeds long past.
Nervous we wait for tomorrow,