They struggle to know how I feel
Yet each question they ask only makes it more real

And they search for a way to get in
Hell the door isn’t locked, it just blocked from within

If I sing you a song
N’make sure nothin’s ever wrong
Would you finally give your heart to me

Or if I write you a rhyme
To make you happy all the time

THINGS HELD

Holding all
I hold that’s mine
A modern king
The gift’s of time

Allot no grip
Nor means to hold
Today in grasp
Yet drifting old

Begotten days
Become as sand

A song, a rhyme…
Just to spend a little time
I always wonder
What you want from me

Perhaps an act
To show I care
A word, a touch
A longing stare

Oh what I’d give

The torn remain
Of what was plain
Waves now o’re frozen ground

In winds that blow
Cold ice and snow
And other feelings down

There isn’t much
Left in a touch

Why should I try to make sense of it all
When thus far all endeavors have failed
Why should I struggle to win in this world
When each chance that I’ve had I’ve assailed

Live’n every day
Wonder’n why I stay
Never really know’n why I’m here

Sing’n every song
Always go’n wrong
Feel’n like I always live in fear

Hate’n what I see

Take a look what’s before you, a look all around
A city of people with lives crumbling down
Pause a moment to listen, a moment to stare
A moment for silence and see if you care

I’ve ne’re been one to take it slow
Just like the tulips break through snow
In eager haste to taste of Spring
So likewise I want everything

Each day more warm
Each day more green…

WHO’S BROKEN

With eyes of grey, no longer whole
The cross you bare…to see no more
That’s what I see as I look on
And so I start to write this song

Your body bent to crippled chair

Passing by my eyes
Are people living lives
They flow before my gaze
Just like the memories
In my mind
I watch them from
My hiding place
In shadows so
To hide my face
And as they pass

ME AND THE ME

Each day I run
Each day I hide
From the me
I’ve locked inside

The me I built
In early years
The me reflected
In my tears

The me that loved ones
Warned me of

What do the Heavens think of me
When God looks down what does He see
What things run through His mind
And fill His heart

Beholding one who once was there
Now forging through a world of care

MEDLEY

Trembling and shaking
And out of control
The burn in my mind
A deafening pull

The sight of your visage
The feel of the day
Oh god in the heaven
Make this go away

A tale I once heard of two men of the land
Who’s lives were defined by the toil of their hands.

Each man was beholden to God for increase.
So when the time came that the precious rain ceased,