Well that gospel train is a' comin'. Comin' right down the track. That gospel train is a' comin'. Comin' right down the track. And when that train leaves the station.
Go, find John. Hiding in the backyard. Crying 'cause his hands hurt. All the thorns. Crying for you to. . Go, find John. Scattered and bewildered. Swallowed by the dirt there.
Go tell it to the mountaintops. That I'm alive. . Go listen to the children cry. And let them know. That dark and night are not their masters. . Between you you'll know all the things.
I feel the need to delve into the mystery. To say some things you might not understand. To swim a league in the sorrow of this place. And be sustained by unseen hands.
I told a lie. could you tell me why?. Heavy sigh. You gotta help me die. Cord of sin. You said you'd cut it. Can you tell me when?. Jesus, kiss. Come and collect me for eternal bliss.
The backdrop of mountains cuts into the sky. They're there to protect or entrap the ones inside. A quiet village is full of tired brows. Thin strips of farmland fight it out with the farmers.
written by Don Chaffer. June 1998 (Possum Kingdom Lake, TX). . Will You find me in the valley. I'm afraid I've lost my way. I was up there on the mountain.
I used to draw all the time back when I was in high school. Thick yellow pencils with soft lead that smeared real easy. Page after page, I was lonely.
She's got her eye on the wind. She resents her own skin. She wants to fly. She's got a bend in her mind. She treats herself so unkind. She don't know why.
Gonna sink my body down. Feel it tremble with sound. Mother's speaking loudly now. . Yeah it runs through my body I am wild. My body breaks through the water I'm a newborn child.
It's time to bust you free my friend. You've suffered long enough. Hellbent, crazy, fucking lazy. Wishing I was young. . Oh, won't you take me from this sterile place.
He came rolling through the hills just to be with me. And I was young and I was pretty and I was free. It was before the time that I knew that I. Could make the rainclouds form in my spirit's sky.
Can't seem to find myself some space. Everywhere I look leads me to an altered state. I thought it was you I thought it was you. Now I'm drifting slowly as I fade.
written by Lori Chaffer on 10/24/97 at 10:05am. . He was holding her hand. For the very first time. He was telling her things that she just did not understand.
After all the cards you're sending me. So what's your name you've got a couple. Eleven languages for all to see. But can you run free with your friends like me.
Its quite a motion to step outside the cave. The crazy inner workings of a man. I guess youre on top again. . Thinking how Ill take you there. My castle stands behind a man of stone.
They sat near one another at the water's edge. I'll say "they" because "we" is too hard to say. And he told her what he'd come so far to tell her. with tears in her eves she said it can't be that way.
written by Don Chaffer on 11/21/96 at 23:41. . The first day of class, they. call out your name. and you have to reply. even if you're shy.. . And if you choose to.
The house is silent I can't hear a sound. Only hearing my hair grow and hit the ground. They've all grown or they just packed up and left. Left me with these years unfortunate.
These are the confessions of a broken down man. . She said she needed a father. So I faked fatherhood and drew her in. I don't know if it was intended.