The moon is high and the sunset fades The lullabies have all been sung We’re tuckin’ in another day And stars appear now one by one But the stillness moves and the silence yields And not a single beat is lost . . .
None of us knows and that makes it a mystery If life is a comedy, then why all the tragedy Three-and-a-half pounds of brain try to figure out What this world is all about And is there an eternity, is there an eternity?
He shares a room outside with a dozen other guys And the only roof he knows is that sometimes starry sky A tattered sleeping bag on a concrete slab is his bed And it’s too cold to talk tonight So I just sit with hi . . .
I’ve come to my senses How did I get so far from home The lies dissipating Revealing I’m so alone And I remember now how strong love can be And I wonder how did I ever leave Burn your fire on the altar . . .
Every day is a journal page Every man holds a quill and ink And there's plenty of room for writing in All we do is believe and think So will you compose a curse Or will today bring the blessing Fill the page with rhyming . . .
I can’t feel You movin’ inside I don’t hear Your voice whisperin’ in the night And I’ve never seen You with these eyes Am I a fool, am I just a fool? They ask how I follow what I can’t . . .
He rode his wagon into town A gaudy spectacle And every gray November brought him there Always entertaining Prestidigitating Pulling rabbits from thin air He would wave his magic wand He would say the magic words . . .
Fresh page, new pen Where do I begin Words fail, tears come I need someone To take the thoughts I almost think And carry them to God for me Deep breath, exhale Breathe in deeper still Long sigh, I’m still nu . . .
How long until You defend Your name and set the record right And how far will You allow the human race to run and hide And how much can You tolerate our weaknesses Before You step into our sky blue and say "ThatR . . .
Oh, it’s been one of those days When You walk with me So close I think I caught the scent of angels’ wings And my, oh my unsuspecting heart Leaps from its place Begins to race I finally found the place . . .
On the surface not a ripple Undercurrent wages war Quiet in the sanctuary Sin is crouching at my door How can I be so prone to wander So prone to leave You So prone to die And how can You be so full of mercy You r . . .
Feel the sun in my eyes Swat that clumsy fly Woke me up from a dream about Heaven Smellin' coffee downstairs Yawn a quick little prayer And get up at a quarter to seven Mirror catches my stare Got some nice pillow . . .
Standing on the edge of the dock With the wind in our faces Been watchin’ the waves roll in And it feels like we’re sailing Now Russell chimes in with his youthful imagination "What if we saw him there W . . .
Grass is always greener on the other side The search is never over in the pastures of my mind Is the meaning of happiness drowning in smiles Or that dreadful world I left behind? O Lord grant the grace to accept who I am . . .
I would take no for an answer, Just to know I heard you speak, And I'm wondering why I've never, Seen the signs they claim they see, A lotta special revelations, Meant for everybody but me, Maybe I don't truly know You, . . .
Last thing I remember sayin’ bye to yesterday Glad to see it over, pullin’ covers over my head But what were You doin’ while I dreamt the night away ‘Cause I can tell that somethin’s differe . . .
Another night slips away As the events of the day Keep burning deep in your mind Why can’t you leave them behind And there’s no one there in the dark To share the ache in your heart But no matter where you ar . . .
What am I gonna be when I grow up? How am I gonna make my mark in history? And what are they gonna write about me when I’m gone? These are the questions that shape the way I think about whatmatters But I have no gu . . .
I’m so thirsty, I can feel it Burning through the furthest corners of my soul Deep desire, can’t describe this Nameless urge that drives me somewhere Though I don’t know where to go Seems I? . . .
I hear a sound and turn to see A new direction on that rusty weathervane Suddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred To scratch their circle dances down the lane And now the sturdy oaks start clappin’ With the last . . .
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