I know how you feel;. I can see your pain.. I heard your appeal,. Crying in the rain.. I can help you heal;. Help you walk again.. I know how you feel..
Every time I close my eyes,. I'm falling from somewhere on high.. So, just before I fall asleep,. I pray the Lord my soul to keep.. . At least in sleep I never dream.
We live in that most tiny of times. We've chosen to label "The Present.". Refusing to heed caution's loud chimes,. We're late for life's class, and we're content.
To clutch at life, as in a dream,. To cling to the bubbles in it,. As the man, the straw, the stream,. Are eddies of the infinite.. . Artificial desperation sent you scurrying back to me.
Dwelling in dark places,. Selling vacant spaces,. Telling your disgraces. Leaves you cold and alone.. . Keeping the illusion,. Heaping on delusion,. Sleeping in seclusion.
Defiance burns in your eyes;. The fire is hotter than Hell.. Deep inside your mother cries,. Pretending that all is well.. Pretending that all is well..
Time in a bottle,. No deposit, no return,. Both hands on the throttle -. When are you going to learn?. Heading for that dead man's turn.. . What are you going to do,.
Wherever you go,. He'll bring sorrow.. . Cursd creature,. Death in both eyes;. One look from him. And beauty dies.. . Cursd creature,. Hands on his ears..
We crawl through the day. As if it were night.. We make some headway,. We flee and we fight.. . Crawl with our neighbors,. Friends, and family.. Rattle our sabers;.
Come December, will you remember. Our greatest gift from above?. Come December, will you remember. The true meaning of love?. . We were sinners in the Hands of an angry God,.
I had one fortune cookie too many;. I burped and got most of my movies crossed.. One minute I was seeing Jack Benny. In a spaceship from the land of the lost..
I thought I had found true bliss;. I caught it with that first kiss.. Yeah, she brought me to my knees;. As I knelt, I whispered, "Please.". . "Please take the time to know me,.
I heard some large SNICKERS from BABY RUTH,. As the THREE MUSKETEERS barged through the front door.. I could see they were fixing to even up the SKOR..
The ever-faithful sun. Greets us each new morning.. Then storm clouds overrun. Our dreams without warning.. . We walk in shadows,. Eyes pressed to the ground..
He's known as Little Horn, the Lawless One,. And the lawbreaking Leviathan.. There are those who call him Apollyon,. That crafty Ancient of Days Dragon..
You arrived on Christmas Day,. Which really has us thinking.. That harmonica you play. Has the wise men all winking.. . Are you the new Messiah -. Or maybe the new Dylan?.
The April fool is exhausted. After a thirty-one day March.. His extremities are frosted,. His bones ache, and his throat is parched.. . He sure has seen much better nights,.
He had dreams enough to fill a lifetime;. Was going to be bigger than the Beatles.. He was going to take Hollywood by storm.. Be the next Creator to take on human form,.