I knocked on your door a little after twelve
You were lying on the floor staring through a valve
Nothing going in, but only emitting out
You’re suffocating within all your doubt
I reach my hand out to save you
But you say you’re just feeling blue

If life’s about emotions
And not about tomorrow
Then we might as well follow
All of our compulsions

I looked in your eyes for something past your pain
I began to realize the beauty that was plain
Yet still your thoughts grew darker than the night sky
But God’s love is stronger even when you cry
I reach my hand out to save you
But you say you’re just feeling blue

If life’s about emotions
And not about tomorrow
Then we might as well follow
All of our compulsions

I saw you in the day a smile was on your face
Everyone thought you were okay but that was out of place
I saw the scars and tears I saw the broken heart
I know your pain and fears tearing you apart
I reach my hand out to save you
But you say you’re just feeling blue

If life’s about emotions
And not about tomorrow
Then we might as well follow
All of our compulsions

I walked home with you last night in the pouring rain
Your heart was sore and contrite never having a name
So I hope you know that I am still here
Every time you go to the mirror dear
I reach my hand out to save you
But you say you’re just feeling blue

If life’s about emotions
And not about tomorrow
Then we might as well follow
All of our compulsions

I reach my hand out again but only to myself
The mirror is my den evidence of the gulf
Between ideals and life oh shame the little dreamer
Struggling in his strife there is a day that will be cleaner

Sitting on the rocking chair
With wrinkles and grey hair
Laugh lines and tear stains
Happy memories and growing pains
Yet when I look in my blue eyes
I see the dark and light I recognize
The ups and downs with which I am familiar
Yet in another’s eyes there is always something similar

I set out on the grandest journey of all
The journey to find myself and my soul
The greatest question: “Who am I?”
Makes the mightiest men cry
Makes the feeblest of men smile
This question of unknown guile

I journey through the paths of my past
A fear and a darkness that last
A faint shell lies in the rubble of the road
A skeleton lies there crushed by its load
I walk on through with many tears
I see a man lost in a forest of fears
As I attempt to leave it behind
There is a strong grip I find
On me compelling me to stay
Reminders are there telling me I’m okay

I sprint to the edge and jump off the mountain
I escape the past but I fall again
In the present I am still the skeleton of old
A shadow of a man that is far from bold
Madness has stricken me to doubt
Overwhelmed I shout
I need a break from my thoughts
Yet my display is all for nought

I fall asleep and see a picture
Something that I never knew for sure
A hope for a life of pleasantries
Seems so full of vacancies
Searching for someone understanding
But go further into this maddening
I ramble on about the secret of joy
Yet all still I only see this boy
How can they break through?
They need the God so true

I open the treasure chest so slowly
This has taken me an eternity to find
Since I was a small child I have been seeking
This journey has alone changed me
The child I am has a new mind
But will this discovery be to my liking?

The anticipation mixed with the fear of an end
Perplexed and intrigued my simple mind
At the start of my journey I had an army
Now I look and I see not even one friend
All have left and some were less than kind
Yet those are scars that now define me

As I look inside the chest it was what I feared most
The chest was empty, nothing but a shell
When I left for this discovery I was so sure
Now I sit dismayed, regretting every boast
Now there was nothing left to do but dwell
No one waited for me to return that was for sure

What have I done? Why was there no treasure?
When I left I felt so compelled
Yet this shows evidence that I was wrong
There has been no good, no pleasure
There was absolutely nothing of worth to be held
If this was the end, why did it take so long?
I crossed raging waters and climbed mountains
I suffered the cold and the heat
I was alone and I was lost
I never once found any fountains
Now I am broken and beat
And my hopes and dreams tossed

I stare blankly at the empty chest
I close it and dust it off from the ground
And in the mundane duty I still couldn’t see
That on the mighty journey I gave my best
Even when there was no one around
I was the one who saw the end of the journey

Yet I never realized this until I read
The writing on this small brown chest
It was etched in the side with care
And this is what those words said
When you your soul invest
It no longer matters what is fair
Because the road becomes true
Your path becomes bright
When your investment is in you
This is the treasure of the right



I fell down to my knees crying
I dropped the chest in the dirt
I finally realized the God of love
It took me a lifetime of trying
I went through so many moments of hurt
But then God came to me from above

He said to me in that moment in time
That I have so much I can invest
But I have the choice and decision to make
And in God I can give what is not mine
I can give the treasure in the chest
So that others a journey can take

Lonely, lonely weather man
Sees the future, but is blind
Lonely, lonely weather man
Knows the truth that he can’t find

Quiet, quiet he sits alone
Thinking of a different place
Quiet, quiet he thinks of home
And a recognizable face

Oh sad, sad weather man
Your tears hide in the rain
Oh sad, sad weather man
No one even knows your name

Humble he sits and thinks again
But there is none that rally
Humble he sits and thinks again
But he has lost all his family

Smile, smile little weather man
Surely there is a friend who cares
Smile, please smile oh weather man
There might be another who shares
In your feeling of blue
Surely there is another like you