I got me a lemon tree down my drive
Right at my front door...

In a private corner of my garden
Stands a feeding tray...

Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...

GUNS
What is it about people with guns...

Before I was born centuries of endless wars
Carried over to fill my life span...

Six thousand feet above sea level
Low on oxygen...

A lesson repeated, over and over,
The only path to heaven is through Jesus...

I cannot walk alone,
trapped in the web of my own emotions...

You’re Born to Hit the Wall
Stages of you...