Don't call me your sweetheart,
I'm not your sweetie anymore;
your sweetheart left a while ago,
when I walked out that door.

At first, it was just quibbling,
why this, why that, what for?
then it became a battle,
then it became a war.

I just wanted love and kisses,
you wished to be, Top Gun;
what once was two in love,
was no longer any fun.

So I gave you what you wanted,
your freedom and your choice;
I hope that you're contented with,
the sound of your own voice.

So, don't call me your sweetheart,
what we had is void and gone;
and all we have are memories,
like in some old country song.

You reign supreme Lord,
in each and every day;
in each and every task,
Your word shows me the way.

You reign in power Lord,
in the varied things I do;
in the mundane things of life,
Your light is shining through.

You reign majestic Lord,
in the sunrise and its set;
in the process of my mind,
Your presence is there yet.

You reign above it all Lord,
soon all knees will bow to You;
and all will be Your servants,
in the things they say or do.

You reign in glory Lord,
and to You I give all praise;
in humble, simple fashion,
throughout my life-long days.

If I give my love to you,
would you handle it with care?
would you give it due respect,
can I count it, being there?
If I give you my tomorrows,
would I see them everyday?
would you honor all my dreams,
in those times when, you're away?
And will we have those moments,
when your hand's enclosed in mine?
when our hearts and souls embrace,
not just now, but all the time?
Can you treat love with the truth,
and not deny it with a lie?
can you give me honesty,
to succeed, not merely try?
Then I'll give my love to you,
knowing happiness will reign;
knowing that the days ahead,
our minds will be the same.

There is sunshine in the rain that falls from heaven,
golden sun-drops that you cannot see;
in the wetness of an autumn storm,
behind the clouds, waits clarity.

There is perfume in the air, when the rain is gone,
when earth stands fresh and washed, anew;
a colored bridge shines in the distance,
against a sea of vivid blue.

And like life, each storm is slowly passing,
some are rather brief and some are long;
we bid farewell to Summer's magic,
now we relish in September's song.

There is sunshine in the rain that falls from heaven,
through the mist that cools and covers all;
and we are ready for another magic season,
that will herald in, the reign of fall.

The whole world is spinning, out of control,
who is in charge? Does anyone know?
the President's golfing, the V.P. is not,
the whole of the core, is going to rot.

Now we're faced, with two different choices,
two unpopular people, two ugly voices;
both want to be first, in charge of us all,
and once more it's true, we're ready to fall.

Once a great nation, we've fallen aside,
due to stupidity, arrogance, pride;
the gap between rich and the gap between poor,
seems to be widening, just more and more.

The rich get richer, the poor, more worse off,
when we all plead our case, the skeptics just scoff;
they're blinded by money, and typical greed,
for crying out loud - how much do they need?

We're sinking in quicksand, and sinking quite fast,
where's the control? How long will it last?
there's only one fact, for this old, hardy soul,
the whole world is spinning and out of control.

Pour the words out slowly,
like wine into a glass;
speak your tortured soul;
and this in time will pass.

And let the tears fall freely,
do not hold them back;
and I will give you comfort,
from what your heart does lack.

Say goodbye to precious love
that comes but once for all;
retain the varied memories,
when first you heard its call.

Bow your head for just a while,
and let the sadness seep;
but remember what you had,
and what your mind will keep.

Pour the words out slowly,
in a cherished elegy;
to the one you dearly loved,
then simply, set him free.

There are times...like now,
when the summer sun is fading;
when the slant of light is on the windowpane,
underneath the awning, things are shading.

When the grass is freshly cut,
and lies basking in the field;
the earth seems graced with wonder,
at what the season's yield.

There are times...like now,
when the afternoon is ending;
when the twilight does her thing,
and the world keeps tilting, bending.

I welcome in, the evening,
when the roar becomes a lull;
discovering life's magic,
never stodgy, boring, dull.

There are times...like now,
when the fill of life is grand;
and splendid are the views,
from the spot whereon you stand.