If I open up my palms and look,
I can imagine the growth of mountains...

Everything measured and calculated
Thoughts and plans click together...

The righteous and pious
Will preach word and deed...

How are you feeling my friend?
For I see that you are bleeding...

Little wheels that gently turn
It's what they were made to do...

You swore on your honor in front of the flag
That oath before God there is no taking it back...

The clock hands move so slowly,
Every second feels like and hour...

When srorms will rage and rain will pour
When the wind batters at your door...

Caution concealed entrance.
Oh that sign makes me smile in these middle aged...

This mountain of a man
Does not move with pace or grace...

Every day a new advancement of Man
Aspirations of engineers give way to reality...

I cannot read music very well,
I have a very limited skill...