I Drink! - to blot out the world,
I Drink! - to make sense of the pain.
I Drink! - to forget of my misfortunes,
I Drink! - to suppress the insane.

I Drink! - as life dealt me a meaningful crack,
I Drink! - as I am as low as I can go.
I Drink! - as no one could love me,
I Drink! - as no one would stoop that low.

I Drink! - for I need courage,
I Drink! - for i need the reassurance of man.
I Drink! - for to blot out the voices,
I Drink! - because I can.

Sheila..

My mind tries to reason why,
I am climbing up the stairs.
And when i finally get to the top,
I forget why i am there.

I stand and try to remember,
But the picture is very vague.
So i turn myself around,
And go back down again.

At the bottom i remember,
Why i tried to climb the stairs.
I was going up to heaven,
To leave my soul up there.

Sheila.

The room grew still
As she made her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her blind
She felt such pain
Some spoke in anger
Heard folks whisper
There's no place here for her kind
Still on she came
Through the shame that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she spoke no words
Everything she said was heard
As she poured her love for the Master
From her box of alabaster

And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my hair
You weren't there the night He found me
You did not feel what I felt
When he wrapped his love all around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

I can't forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me bound
And I spent my days
Poured my life without measure
Into a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd found
Until the day when Jesus came to me
And healed my soul
With the wonder of His touch
So now I'm giving back to Him
All the praise He's worthy of
I've been forgiven
And that's why
I love Him so much

And I've come to pour
My praise on Him
Like oil from Mary's alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my tears
And dry them with my hair (my hair)
You weren't there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I felt
When He wrapped his loving arms around me and
You don't know the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't know the cost of my praise
You don't know the cost of the oil
In my alabaster box

The echo of light, once more fades into the night
And the dark once again is upon us devoid of life
Candle light shining the soft glow of false sun
giving hope, and comfort with it’s sparkling light

Warmth is absent, in the cold dark of the night
shivering under the blankets given by those that care
shun not the beggar in the street
Circumstances have placed him there,

The rain starts to fall in his make shift world
Every drop a step nearer to the end game
As he dreams of better times he had
His heart aches, as the daylight brings more of the same.

Sheila

Many Roads i have traveled,
To see the way of the mankind.
Many lives i have lived through,
To satisfy my mind.

Each time i walk the journey,
To find what it means to me.
Every time i live a new life,
It's never what it appears to be.

The many lives i have been through,
The end is still the same.
Returning back to the home world,
And living my life again.

A better understanding,
Of what it is i must do.
I know were i am going,
It's to get back home to you.

No matter how many times i live this life,
To expand my horizon alone.
I know that you will be waiting,
So i think i will go on home.

Sheila..