The night is dark
the stars are bright...

Such a fool
I can be such a fool...

How can I thank
the Author of my life...

Boy, I swear you change your mind like you change...
You told me you loved me...

I often wonder what the future holds.
In the midst of times hands...

I'm sitting here at the table
trying to find a topic...

My pencil is my brush
let me paint you a picture...

Lord, here we are again
me fighting against my flesh...

If minds could be read
as if they were books...

This is my confession
of my obsession...

You make me float
high above the clouds...

You don't know me
and how I feel...