Never understood the meaning
A life spinning out of control
I stared in the face of the reaper
At risk ,my very soul
Once loved a girl who was fire
Realizing not what I had done
The child bore of our desire
A soul that would rival the sun
Just a name can't hold enough meaning
These feelings burning inside
Child of fire I will name Kendra
Of my blood, of my flesh , of my pride
I finally understand the meaning
It is the color, there in her eyes
When kendra Sez dad I love you
I no longer rage at lifes  lies.     Hy

Another age is weeping
Feirce the killing heart
No more time in grace
Let us  tear the age apart
False scent of fear blinds us all
Wish I could wish Mann undone
Demons and angels rise to the call
For the souls bleeding out in the sun
When those sworn to god spew lgnorance
What hope is there for the lamb
History lays bear our indifference
Of those who use god in their damm
Righteous or evil the point is the view
Contradiction I say it is not
Cry for the children the least you can do
Some would say we deserve what you got
There lies the question
With no answer clear
Stain of Mann is consuming the sun
If death is the lesson
Dance in the fear
Dream evil when kingdom is come

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I drive a white truck big and clumsy,
It's a whale,
But today I get to drive the BMW,
It's just a sedan,
But I'll make it a fireball

Almost everyday there is a time when
I quietly place my hands on my face
And let them slowly drip down my skin

as I think

"Oh God, what does my Dad think of me?"

I look for the drifter,
I search for the wild heart,
I am drawn to the loner,
The quiet one is a song to me,
I long for the one who will prove me wrong,
The one who smells like rain,
And speaks of spring,
The one who is my teacher,
And my friend,
The one who shines in the summer,
And glows in the winter,
The mind of uncharted borders,
And an ocean soul,
The one who will watch the storms with me,
After all,
Lightning shows are free,

when skill
and agenda
are combined
with sense
of narrative

Young girl with her father's gun
Knew she'd be the only one
To overcome such feats as none had seen
Sunburnt face and endless sky
Shot a bullet, made it cry
Did things that most men would only dream

Ran across the sea to catch it
Bluest blue, no one could match it
Mixed it in the depths of her eyes
Look within and see clouds pass
Smiling eyes on sunburnt lass
Piercing through like a bullet in the sky

Young girl with her father's gun
Quickly, in a blink she'd run
To find the tallest mountain she could find
Aimed, feet planted in the ground
Found her trigger, shot it down
And built a home with stones it left behind

Lived within and put the gun down
Satisfied with what she found
Sitting fireside sipping creamy moonlight
Ire and blue never fading within
Put down only till she'd once more begin
Girl of fabled blue and mountain might

Yeah, I'm still writing. It reminds me that I'm still alive.
That I haven't given up. I haven't surrendered to the knife..

Somehow, I'm still here. These sheets haven't been stained red.
I keep fighting. I keep struggling. I haven't surrendered to death.

And I haven't given in. I haven't tried to break my friends.
I haven't shared the pain. I haven't surrendered to the darkness.

I've given warnings, and a very small taste of what's yet to come.
I've retained my longest promise.. I haven't surrendered my love.

I'm keeping this fire burning. The monster continues his fight.
And though I'm right there with him.. I haven't surrendered my life.

I've thought up my revenge. I've contemplated all the many ways.
But I keep them all in my head. I haven't surrendered my faith.

Yeah, it breaks me to remember all of the times that I have cried.
But I still have strength left. Because the sweet surrender is denied.