You want me to be happy
Yet you criticize...
Have you ever wondered how the homeless get to...
Have you ever wondered the daily struggles they go...
Don't close your eyes.
Not for one minute...
Everything...
spins around in my head...
A grand applause is what I heard
from behind a well pleated curtain...
Heaven sent (script)
Two minutes to reach this precise...
A funny little observation
from my garden...
There are days when the highway sure seems
like a safer place than the lingering four walls...
As these thoughts and feelings race through my...
Everything seems like its fake and just a dream...
It's your Eyes, they say
That laugh in gay abandon with the world...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
Through my hair glides fire and rain:
the misery my of days, my cries for help...