In the mystical magical days of old
When beauty was often bought and sold...

Rampant confusion through dreams that cry
Tasteless diffusion causes me to sigh...

Empty cyber-spaces
lacking social graces...

With all the imagination in my mind
I cannot imagine being born blind...

We stopped at a place of beauty to get a bite.
We were greeted by, Jessica, a beautiful sight...

Into the court he came with an honorable strut
He ask for the truth, the whole truth, and noting...

Holy Mary the clear mother of God
How the protesters think it is so odd...

Many times we search to fill the void
For something that will balance our scales...

It seems as long as man has been living
There has been traditional thanksgiving...

Every dark night meets the dawn
Are the knights of dark ages gone...

I am looking for the answers blowing in the wind
For a moment of peace, the issues I would rescind...

The most beautiful word ever written or spoken is...
For the love they give on earth cannot be...