Oh why so many dreams bestowed
In young and tender year
Fall into drifting dust decay
Then sadly disappear

Are dreams to blame for broken hearts
And quiet hour’s remorse

(Lyrics set to the music pattern of 'Painted Blue" by 5591)

Sleepless
Why does my life seem like a tidal…
Wave that is simply suicidal
Pure survival
Cuz every night I’ll…

Well I can’t always be
Both a puppet and a tree
But I’m still tyring

And I can’t seem to hide
Everything that spins around inside my head

I wash my face of the trace

I walked every road
I climbed every climb
I paid all my dues
And I…did my time
While searchin to find my…
Way back home

I threw in the towel
Far too many times
I picked it back up

The stars that fill the midnight sky
Or single grains of sand
Cannot compare to all God’s works
Too vast to understand

What number counts the drops of rain
That make the oceans wide

I CONVERTED MY POEM 'LOST' INTO THE LYRICS FOR A COUNTRY SONG

I'm wantin to see just what me I can be
I'm testin the waters just to test gravity

You saved them then
But fell again
The circle’s in the sky

Divided fence
And happenstance
Don’t care if it’s a lie

Tomorrow’s day
Fades into grey
And blue melts into black

For the calm of new fallen snow
Lies in silent peace
And stillness
Gently covering the loneliness
Of midnight city streets

And walking in the cold of night
I pause to stop and wonder

I sit upon a rock of high advance to watch the world go by.
Tis high enough for me to see the vast expanse in front of me,
And all along the vision’s song distills upon my mind.

What’s in the eyes if not to see?
A darkness on the land
Propetuated by a world
That will not understand

What’s in the ears if not to hear?
A silence through the night

Once crashed the waves
Of tempest storm
Once blew the wind
As sails were torn
Once drove the rain
Gainst frozen skin
As darkness took
The vessel in

Once void of any
Hope at all

I hear it time and time again
“I’m fighting writer’s block”
And wonder if it isn’t simply
Self fullfilling talk

I listen to the problem
“I have tried so hard to write

I have often seen in my walk
Amongst men
Whether is be that soul who has happened
Across my path
Or be it the ruling voice of nations
And States
Who alike stand to declare the cause of peace

One struggles neath the ever bearing hand of tyranny

One rises up and in revolutin, wanting to be free

One gives his life a soldier so the rest might live in peace

Always searching for the next good time
And what the world can bring
Always looking for the next big deal
And what it’s offering

Never thinking very far ahead
Don’t worry bout the cost