There is a river I return to
not because it waits for me...
No matter where you are- how far you've gone
In the same way, you'll find a mournful dawn...
We were so young,
with our minds so clear and simple...
I often dream about a former time
When life was not as cruel as today...
I’d rather cover myself in gasoline
And dance naked with a flame...
Why do so many bad men turn to Jesus
And continue to act in heinous ways...