I collect feathers in all kinds of weather
I find lying about on the ground
Not sure if you've seen but I'm building get away wings
Where one day I'll pick up and fly South

Spending time on the beach, far out of reach
From the hustle and bustle of life
That today's society has forced on me
Time after time after time

I'll use Elmers glue to stick feathers to
A frame that I'll strap to my back
Then with a running start on that day I'll depart
Never once looking back

Taking time out for me as I'm flying free
On this, my latest endeavor
Doing my best to keep, this side of sanity
From one end of this life to another

Oh look, there's another feather...

tomorrow is
a yesterday away
no matter what you do
no matter what you say
twiddle your thumbs
with what you've made
there's still no way
to hold time at bay
with tomorrow being
a yesterday away

you can set your sights
shoot for the moon
swear on your life
to all that's true
in what you've said
and plan to do
tomorrow is
a day you can't cling to

tomorrow is
a yesterday away
with the brought about
of sudden change
give half your stuff
all away
it comes too soon
before too late
with tomorrow being
a yesterday away

I have no regrets
The past I have left
Debauchery and sin about did me in
Till God held out his hand

God held out his hand
Where no words need be said
Pulled from the pit that leads to death
Just as his word says

Just as his word says
Erased this sinner's past
Died for my mistakes, Heaven celebrates
A promise he has kept

A promise he has kept
Took on this sinner's debt
Took it on himself so I'd be here to tell
That I have no regrets

Today men need to be knights
Whether in shining armor or not
Stand against wrong for all that is right
Give of themselves freely, not bought

Move where they must with a purpose
To bring about justice for all
With no concern, is it worth it
Answering to a much higher call

That all men are created equal
No matter race, religion, or creed
A knight at heart is no fool
For every lost soul is a reason to bleed

Today all men need to be knights
In a world forgetful, a day to remember
Courage is easy to find
If you take the time to show that you care

Someone here for the downtrodden
Those with no hope, giving up on themselves
The lost, forlorn, forgotten
Those above all who need all our help

In a world that is less chivalrous
We all could use a good knight
Because in this life of hit and miss
Try as hard as you might a good knight's hard to find

Little boys and little girls
Playing in the sand
Taking life for all its worth
Without a care in hand
Enjoy it all little ones
While it is you can
Before this life grabs hold of you
And you begin to understand

Time you spend with mommy
Daily in the park
Good times for you to have
Till daylight kisses dark
If you're  within the sound of my voice
Take a moment where you are
Hug them tight your inner child
For all that they are worth

Childlike innocence always is
The first thing that we lose
Trying to get it back seems to be
The last thing that we choose
I'm sure we would try harder
If we only knew
How much losing it would change
Our very point of view

When we stop to view it all
Through wide open eyes
Hits us all so very hard
Should we be surprised
Happens to the best of us
And so goes our lives
Dreaming of forgotten years
Innocence of a child

Forward in our motion
As we sway from side to side
Everyone is hoping
To enjoy this pleasure ride

Although we spin out of control
And take it with a grin
There’s no path that takes you back
To where it all began

We scheme into tomorrow
Then dream of yesterday
Hold the hand of sorrow
As we give it all away

Make a list, we think best
Then hope for bird in hand
Still can’t go back by way of beaten path
To where it all began

you crawl out of the gutter
straight into the dumpster
another day on the streets of zombie land

living for something
if something was nothing
then nothing would be all that you have

just follow the tracks
the needles have left
have they notified your next of kin

leaning on a lamp post
hoping to hold up your ghost
as insanity blows in on the wind

how long will you last
in this life of pass the trash
high expectations combined with low demands

a drying up puddle of mud
here to bathe and drink pain from
this is not going according to plan

the hollowed-out shell next to you
was once someone you thought you knew
with what little memory you have left

as you both sit here and melt
dying in this living hell
another day on the streets of zombie land