There once was a paternal farce
Whose presence was often times sparse...

How sad the song that a free bird sings
About an angel with broken wings...

Some times we find ourselves living with a farce
Where genuine compassion and love is sparse...

Coincidence happens every day
Many miracles do too by the way...

Lord it seems so many are very ungrateful
And boldly express heartfelt doubt...

When we consume unhealthy substance can we...
To taste bitter truth is hard to digest, and we...

However long the night, the dawn will break
No matter how many shadows demons make...

You know you said you loved me
But we both know how you lie...

Day Dreaming
Rampant confusion through dreams that cry...

First there is unrest in the air
The turbulence rises there...

Some people cannot face truth
And there lies the danger...

Love and hate
What is our fate...