All my life I have loved this land
But it is a land in an endless rage...

Two by two they climbed the stair of Noah's ark
That is God's plan my friend...

The inner me longs for nature deep
Dawn a winter's day on the high-veld...

GUNS
What is it about people with guns...

I am nearly an old person!
Stuck here in no man's land...

Who are you when your pants are down?
When the social mask is off...

Will you be there when my dreams come true?
When it comes to the matters of the heart...

Crushed beer cans and ashes on the tavern floor
Stale smell of piss that missed the bowl...

Some times you just have to call it like it is
To pretend that it is any thing other than what it...

This is not a fair world
Some of us are born clever than others...

Growing old and still searching
Saying prayers...

This is truly a demon haunted world
Reading the dark revelations of anothers mind...