Nevert & O'jay's this much I pray some things don't come out that way through fallen leaves through thick trees days of fun in the sun surface through your room in curage to go on restless walking and surviving life is busy spent when your making other plans through the trees laden with keys in ardent weather light as a feather
each day one lives is a new lesson of course onto cell block nine was locked up in the zone not sense we created a home all alone in caged barbaric circumstance learn to take part in the dance a miracle vested trance long to recapture a faith with wonder the pulling out of choices with true voices time is where the hopes and dreams solace in the brigade of a passing fade captivated by a smile still to know all the great while