I think I’ll wander off Where nature’s children play And leave behind the life That led my soul astray And there I hope to find What life’s routine has stole That feeling so sublime Of Nature, God, and Soul Where everything is true And worries can’t survive Where dreams are still in view And hope…
I found myself upon the sacred sands Of time, and wondered how it came to be That perfect was the world where I stand And polished was the surface like the sea No marks were left by all who trod before No outline of a foot in sand depressed So wondered I, perhaps a separate…
Why is it that time goes by At such a rapid pace Why lost in every little sigh Are moments that we waste What benefit does Time assume To age us quick and fast And what is offered to the tomb If moments never last I ask to simply satisfy A need to understand Who…
Ah, the smell of fallen rain The teardrops on the grass The beads of lasting pain That never seem to pass They force me to recall And beg me to arise As anxious teardrops fall From dark and jaded eyes And so they seem to play Among the misty fern While I just fade away…
Where do all the feelings go That used to live inside And how do I rekindle those That flickered out and died For I have searched to no avail The bittersweet debris But lost among a field of tears They hide inside of me And now I need to find a way To taste that…
I often sit at quite a loss For words and witty ponderings And doodle sad nostalgic thoughts Of all my boyish wanderings But in the end it always leaves The bitterness of time gone by For all the things a boy believes Will gather dust and bring a sigh When age has stripped him of…
Pull the curtains back and let me in I want to be the sunlight on your skin I want to be the warmth on every curve And kiss upon the tip of every nerve Touching you in ways I never could And holding you the way I always should For only then would I be…
No matter where I go, I still see you An ever-constant presence in my view And as a cloud that drifts across the sky You whisper in the wind that passes by And everywhere I look and all I see A memory of you gazes back at me From every wound to every fading scar…
The day was crafted from the finest things And fashioned for them both with equal care A boy with all the wind beneath his wings And a girl with all the beauty God could spare They walked a little pathway hand-in-hand Laid before them by the hands above Asking not but beauty of the land…
Football is a metaphor For life that’s all around And every day we hike the ball To play another down Staring at our enemies And waiting to be sacked Remembering the victories That matter not, in fact For each day is a separate game With victors of its own And he who won just yesterday…