All we build are mere shadow
All we mold are mere dust...
For a thousand years,
the birth of the King of kings is celebrated...
Every time I wake
and make it through the day...
I know this day too will pass
As he reaches for my hand...
Let me be myself,
Wild and unattached...
The day may go on in the satiation of one's own...
I don't know about you but for me that's what life...
Waves of Words
Life is fickle, life's erratic, with no plan or...
Food for the soul
they call music...
We have lots of reason for survive
we have lots of reason for death...
Am I to paddle pointlessly in life?
Am I to soar senselessly in striving...
While driving my car down a mighty interstate
Stuck in traffic, hoping not to late...
If your day should start off dreary,
Count your blessings not your woes...