Is not measured in dollar and cents.
Makes no sense to value that value
that can be artificially raised and lowered.

Is not measured in actions or words
read in black and white or calls and
texts or hellos and good byes.

Is measured by the person you are
and the light which you bring to my life.
Small enough to carry in my pocket
and big enough to fill a room with.

Your voice is silent, but I
can hear You louder than when
I was younger. Like a dream, I
am in the middle, trying to trace
the Genesis of when You started talking
and not trying to reach a Revelation.

I want to lead an Exodus from the Egypt
that I am currently a slave to and wander
forty years until I find my place in this world.

I do not fear, for you are with me, but I fear me
for I am with me. In idea alone we are You
but in reality i am an equation with an
unsolved variable and no real solution.

Note: I do not own these two songs, this simply a mash-up of these two songs...

Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free?

I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten

If you've ever seen a one trick pony then you've seen me

I really tried to do what you wanted

It all went wrong again

(Then you've seen me) I come and stand at every door

(Then you've seen me) I always leave with less than I had before

(Then you've seen me) bet I can make you smile when the blood it hits the floor

Tell me friend can you ask for anything more

Tell me can you ask for anything more

I made a vow, to carry you home

If you fall sick, if you pass out

In a little while

I'll be gone

The moment's already passed

Remind me that, once I was free,

Once I was cool, once I was me.

I’m searching for freedom from freedom.
To not be attached to strings that I did not
know I had on my back.

You built a great tower.
Filled it with gold and rubies.
Great Gothic domes that stretched
to the feet of heaven. and St. Peter.
A great archway of marble.
The pews of redwood and leather.
Scripture clean and untouched.
For all the value you place in it,
there is no real value on its exterior.


For the real value is not in the building,
It is what cannot be measured...cannot be valued...is
what lies within a greater treasure.

I built another tower.
Wood and nails and glue.
I filled it with the greatest treasure
Man could give to man.
The voices of others. Singing and
helping. The Word is frayed and worn.
But it’s the best kind of worn that worn
can be.

Let a book be judged by it’s cover for
sometimes the most un amazing things
are the richest treasures in life.

You fell down.
I helped you.
It didn't matter,
that I dont know you.

Some days its good,
to know that people
are good inside.
That I am there.

I fell down.
No one came to help.
No one ever does.
It hurts so much.

Eventually I pick
myself up and go
about my day.
My spirit breaks.

I see another fall.
I look in their eyes.
Tears cascade down their face.
I pick them up and their spirit.

I fall again.
Again I am alone.
A pattern of pain,
I always feel.

Just once I'd like to be rescued;
to feel that someone cares for my being.
Every time though, I am left with the taste
of sadness and solitude in my mouth.

But i will not stop what I do;
I will help those until I can longer breathe.
For everyone deserves a reason in humanity to believe.