Rain pouring down upon my head
Wet sand clinging to my feet...

Explosion of purple, orange and yellow
Mountains bathed in your light...

People passing by all day
Walking down the street...

My Muse up and went
It was her time to go...

A man must do what he can
To make the world a better place...

The devil will not take me alive
When he comes for my soul I will be gone...

Your jeans at the foot of our bed
Clothes strewn about the room...

Running hard through the high desert plain
Trees and fields passing by like time eternal...

The silver moon hangs upon a string
Another prop in my ever changing life...

It is waiting for me
Cold and empty...

Life has taught me many a lesson
All of them coming at some price...

A shadow passes before the sun
Darkness begins its ugly reign...