I came to my sensesIn the eye of a stormFeeling defenselessBewildered and worn
I looked into the squallWhere I had just beenHeard its beckoning callSaw the people within
I left a letter on the mantleTo read in times like thisIn the fading light of candlesIt reminds me to forget
This is a storyAn old fashioned taleAbout a boyWho was tall thin and paleLived a lifeAlways just in betweenNo successNot a failureNot really seenHe was bornHe learned to readHe was tornBy a will to succeedHe learned to walkHe tried to seeHe yearned to talkAnd play in the treesWent to schoolPlayed the gameBecame a toolChanged his…
DreamsLike dragonflies in jarsRelease them to the windJust to chase them down again
We are the darknessWe are the lightWe have extinguishedTime to ignite
The locusts stoppedIn the (silence) I heard hummingAn electric din
Beneath an old forgotten treeThere was a woven seat for meWhere the breeze in my hair made me feel freeBut then a moment spoke to meIn some mysterious melodyI was blind and the song made me seeThe right and wrongs not right for me
The table that turns is already awakeThe fire that burns is all it will take
Moving forwardUp and downAlways towardsA distant sound
The news today is full of new stories. There are things that have happened and things that could happen. There are things that had happened and things that should happen. There are people that think that those things should not happen but then they think that they could if thinking that happened. There are people that say that they think that thing…