Month: March 2020

The Ways of the Many

Heaven forbid that I

Make a point to be let in

Heaven forgive that I’ve

Made the jump to join the spin

Allowed to progress, but why?

Don’t we know where we have been?

America votes in disguise

Free the mind and shed the skin

Jaded is the fight to make things right

Jaded, and yet, I will always try

Viewpoints of black and white

Life and death, always shared

Natural sight is blind

When you’ve lost your sense of care

The people exclaim, “Unite!”

Desperation in the air

And no one can say, “Goodnight.”

Sleep will come when all is fair

Jaded is the fight to make things right

Jaded, and yet, I must always try

Never surrender, seldom use force

Question beliefs, break your heart at the source

The ways of the many should equal the few

In these days that carry for what’s right and what’s true

With each repetition of daybreak we try

To come one step closer to overwhelming the lie

I’ve never felt so electric, never been more alive

Turned on to this stardust that I feel deep inside

Jaded, and yet, we will always try

Jaded, yes, we must always try

The Whispering Wind

The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just gleams

Like a great, blue wonder with a flower in her hands

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song

The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just seems

Like a dime store lover with a flower in her hand

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song

Love is always on the edge of the greatest and the least

But the help is hard to fathom, he’s a liar and a priest

Lift your head and breathe deeply with a flower in your hand

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song\

Time will take its toll

Get lost or let it go

The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just gleams

Like a great, blue wonder with a flower in her hands

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song