Time spells a story that only you can tell.
Delivers your life from a soul destined for hell.
No one holding you, no one setting you free,
No one knowing how to know you, to let you be.

Then His love turned your life around
And sets your feet on solid ground.
From tears, a new life is found.
The tears of a clown no longer frown.

Should you just stop saving yourself
And leave your dreams safely on a shelf
Or should you fight and give your future new life?
Something inside restores your will and saves you from strife.

The heart, the soul, the spirit make a new song
The beat, the rhapsody, the melody now music no longer wrong.
A new song of life
Makes your new world right.

All that echoes through the night
Echoes an inner will to fight.
Step back and come correct, for all that's heard,
New life yields a New word!

Life Matters

If my house was a castle,
Then I would be the queen.
I'd gather all my subjects
And to them all, I'd sing.

I sing of all the wonder
I've seen in my life
And I'd try to explain
What's wrong and what's right.

But how do you show
Those who cannot see
And how do you help form
Those who know not what to be?

If I sing and you can't hear me
Is my song sung in vain,
Like a flower that drowns
In the midst of the rain?

I want to help you as you grow
Yet, I do not know what to do
But if my singing helps,
Then I will sing to you.

I don't have all the answers.
All I have is my song
So I'll sing to show I love you
So you know that you belong.

Are all politicians fools,
Do they listen to what they say?
There mouths yell, "Halt, stop that spending!"
While their hands sign the check and their eyes look away.

Do all their body parts work together?
Do they function as a living human being?
Or are they controlled by another
Like a puppet being pulled by its' strings?

Can there be any logic in their thinking?
Can there be any truth in their words?
The two play like Muzak with no harmony,
Like a piano being played on broken chords.

Do they live, eat and breathe like all others?
Do they laugh, cry and worry like most do?
Or do they just send your loved ones into battle
Without a thought of what their death does to you?

So I ask you to judge for yourself.
Take so seriously these four words I say.
Are all politicians fools?
Can we trust them to lead the way?

If there is an answer that addresses the issues,
That doesn't avoid topics as one might the plague,
Then by all means step forward, come hither,
Show us all what discovery you've made.

I truly think they're all fools these politicians
And it saddens me much just to say,
So for now I'll follow Scarlet's advice,
"After all, tomorrow is another day."

"Where is my Monet?", I say
As I look through the blurred vision of an impressionist day.
A double paned view of reality
Swaying beauty through eyes once knew.

Where is my Monet  or be it Van Gough?
All beauty's vision framed newly printed Picasso.
Shadow me done, and once never knew
What others should have seen as they counted me too.

So now, I say no
Not of Van Gough nor Monet,
I see beauty no Rembrandt nor Picasso to sway.
I see a simple little girl with all she will need
To see the world lovely and in the midst of all, succeed.

When rainbows lose their color
And the sun forgets to shine
And the world stops revolving,
The spirit's ever lifting and never looks behind.

Pass the spirit slowly
Move ever closer to the shore
But always be aware
Others passed this way before.

They took no notice of the Master
As he humbly sat before
And when He walked they chose to mock Him
As He stood before the door.

So know my child who loves me
That they will deny Him twice more,
Yet history will recall those
Who walked along the shore.

Billing pages of times past kept
And times still yet to come
Hold precious thoughts of love gained and lost
And mistakes that can't be undone.

Billing pages each numbered
Like the days that number life,
Count joy and sorrow, yesterday and tomorrow,
Every day and every night.

Billowing pages kept in chapter
Tell the story of a day
When hearts where yet unbroken
And nightmares went away.

Billing pages all that's left
Of what once used to be,
Everything that made life worth living
Now just pages of memory.