A better man than me would rise above his station,
sacrificing comfort for the bliss of separation.
Caring not for wealth or power,
finding his only joy in indignation.

A wiser man than me would know this was the hour,
to act upon his hopes for dreams,
even with his chances slim and outlook dour.

A braver man than me, would stand against oppression,
from the injustices of life that offer no concession.
Standing to demand restitution,
of his life that by right should be in his possession.

But I am just a man of a weaker constitution,
frozen by the scope of tyranny and greed,
shackled and enslaved by the chains of institution.

A better man than me would rise above is sorrow,
a strength within his heart, that his hope might chance to borrow.
Alas the day is lost with the setting of the sun
and I can only strive to be a better man tomorrow.

Winter winds come calling,
hatching frozen winter plots.
But here they’ll find me not,
I am lost in warmer thoughts.

Thoughts of summer sunshine,
it’s warm kiss upon my skin.
Crystal clear blue water,
beckoning me to jump on in.

Warm thoughts of summer nights
underneath the full moons glow
and gentle summer breezes
that whisper when they blow.

Winters winds come calling
hatching frozen winter plots.
But I’ll make through December,
lost in warmer thoughts.

in the early morning dark
before the sun appears
I look upon your sleeping face
and contemplate the years

years of love and laughter
of sorrow and of sadness
years we’ll spend together
years we'll miss in madness

years we'll spend with family
years we'll spend with friends
of things that we'll share daily
some we'll never share again

I can almost

smell the fresh cut grass
hear the laughter of our son
hear the crack as he swings the bat
taste the ice-cream when he’s done

feel the softness of our daughters hair
see the beauty in her smile
taste the tears that I'm sure to cry
as I walk her down the aisle

feel the warmth in your wrinkled hand
see the silver in your hair
hear the crickets sing in our back yard
as we dance in the night air

in the early morning dark
before the sun appears
I look upon your sleeping face
and contemplate the years

All the years and pages past
read only as a prologue,
the light of my soul finally strong enough
to burn away this dense fog.

As of late I’ve dreamed a dream
that I would never wake.
Only slumbering to pass the time
another step I could not take.

I let my soul sleep through darkness
while I learned how to fight.
It has woke within me now
to end this lonesome night.

The dream of survival fades
as wakeful reality takes its place.
In passing I’ve but heard of life,
now let me see its face.

Ill not let my story languish here
among its opening pages.
A story so grand it cannot not be fathomed
as the prologue marks the pages

As the shadows I've been chasing
Fade in the mid morning sun
I realize what I thought was over
Has only just begun

The same crossroads loom before me
I realize that it always comes back here
And its only indecision that I truly have to fear

While I question every question and over analyze them all
I search for a suggestion to save me from the fall

Nothings ever easy and there's no place left to hide
I just hope that my decision
is one I will survive.

I march into tomorrow, knowing full well I can't stay here
Wondering why I always loose, all the things that I hold dear

sweetest sounds of laughter
start to waver as they play
all the colors of the rainbow
fade to many shades of gray

i’m slowly robbed of senses
of memories that were mine
as the peaceful rays of moonlight
softly lose their shine

as i try to change
to meet your expectation
i start to loose myself
and my appreciation

it’s i who want your love
and not some imitation
of the mindless fools
with whom you feign relation

but today i’ve seen the light
from someone else’s star
and it makes me stop and wonder
if i've wandered much too far

if i finish what i’ve started
and completely change my heart
i’ll have lost what made me love
and what made me take this part

it’s the man who wasn't good enough
my only self that’s true
i only hope you see his worth
before our stories through

a little piece of heaven
by a miracle made it here
and this little piece of heaven
to my heart I hold so dear

but I am not the only one
to love this heaven so
as does every other
tortured soul I know

i try so hard not to care
that my heaven I must share.

i just pray,
that some day
my heaven will abide with me
and forever there wish to stay.