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| *Baby Steps:
In my life, I've seen many things
Miracles and bad luck abound.
I've listened to the whispers
Of the spirits in the winds,
As I laid at Tara's burial mound.
In my life, I've bathed in the sun
And cleansed my soul in the rain.
Seems most of my life
I've been on the run,
Searchin' for love, running from pain.
In my life, I've loved and lost
Counting my blessings along the way.
From Memphis to Dublin
I often felt tossed,
So through my music, I would pray.
A piece of life, I've had in this world
Through baby-steps each night and day.
Had more than my share
Of pain and cheap thrills,
And closer to God in every way.
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| *Take Me Away:
Take me away, far to a place
Where there is peace, unmeasurable grace
Where there's no war, hate knows no face
Take me away...
Deliver me to, a life without pain
Where the sun still shines through, pourin' rain
Where there's no greed, no dominion to claim
Take me away...
Show me a life, profoundly unmarred
Where people are free, and free from all scars
To laugh in ones dreams, and bathe in the stars
Take me away...
Take me away, far to a place
Where people can't hurt, or explode in rage
Where crime's just a word, philosophies reign
Take me away...
Deliver me to, a world free from strife
Where hope's only a concept, life is a right
To bow and to curtsy, to natures delight
Take me away...
Show me a life, simple and charmed
Where nature provides, without being harmed
Perpetual life, free from alarm
Take me away.
©2002 | | |
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* Compromise:
I've been here
Before.
Many times and
Many nights
Before. The
Same place, yet a
Different address.
Things are as they
Are... and
Always will be.
A myriad of
Compromised intellect
Searching for
Truth. Searching for
Themselves.
It's a bar-top of
Drinks and hope,
Existing at the
Rim of the
Vacuum of
Failure.
It is... the
Neighborhood bar.
©2006
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* Via Right:
It's repulsive...
This land of
Make-believe and lies.
Where the battles for
Tribal leadership,
Dictate the
Mores of
Civilization.
Defined by the
Sword of aggression, these
Mores breed the
Next generation of
Ignorance within humanity.
Rights conquered through the
Blood of innocence. The
Felled sword of vengence
Via right
Lay
Bloodied on the battlefield...
Awaiting the next
Soldier of truth.
©2006
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*Finding Normal:
I drank 'till I
Dropped, and that's
Passed out.
Then I drank and
Stood tall, and that's
Blacked-out.
Either way you
Pour it, it's
All the same game...
I drink 'till I
Drop... or I'm
Standing insane.
©2005
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