Poetry, a voice of the soul
Letting one express all that he knows...

I drift along a quiet river
settled there a sometime ago...

I had a vision full of lies
and it told me the right way...

The old man dwells in his chair
Gazing out through the still air...

I sit where we can’t compare
a slow and moving fear...

Home
I control my life, its destiny is mine...

There they stand upon a hill
Tall and proud they feel the chill...

The fog thickens across the bay
as I peer through the silhouette...

The young girl hides many lies
she hides the scars deep...

Temptation runs deep
he tries so hard to speak...