Sweet William,
            I've done heard it all be-fore,
          You got the looks, got the hair,
             that clever draw and more...

But sweetie here I am again,
Got Momma here, -crying again.
Wrecked-up face, my map of men,
This time so bad, lad, -you ain't fixin'

William!
    My sweet Will-i-am,
William!
    My sweet Will-i-am,

...you ain't gonna hit me no more.

Some love is hard/borders on sin,
Crying to God, please A-men?
Goodbye door, my bags packing,
Well-heeled feet, living A-gain,

William!
    My sweet Will-i-am,
William!
    My sweet Will-i-am,

...you ain't gonna hit me no more.

SWEET WILLIAM!
    Sweet William,

Hurting no, -no more...
Call me up- 'ev-er-y' night
Devil at My door,
Battle yourself/I'm not your fight.

...you ain't gonna hurt me no more.

The deer stay in herds
but some do wander alone.
I wander alone.

I remember a tender entry way.
On one side there where flowers and blue skys
and the other a bustling street way.
I did enjoy the quiet peace out there
and the experiences of the earth,
but city life also has its virtues.
So many people that may pass you by,
and so many people to get to know.
It's a whole world where ever you may go,
so take it all in because life is short.
Travel to any rail, road, or seaport.
Grow, and show that humanity is here.
Show, that there is nothing for them to fear.

I know a river,
narrow and out of the way;
Let me lay and rest.

To mind the journey that takes me far,
a journey to mind the sorrow and pain.
The journey of mind from earth to star,
a mind in journey to the insane.
A journey of wealth and of color
designed to mind the fragile of heart,
but the fragile of mind are blind to the other;
Sent on a journey back to the start.

Slowly the vibrant colors wither
and a leaf falls, silently, like a feather.
A leaf, no maudlin object, yet clear
it shows to us that it is coming near.
A feather, bright white, absent of color
yet is very beautiful like no other.
Slowly the colors fade and all become white…
from a world full of color, and spite.

It's always cold up here.
The wind bites and the snow stings.
My eyes get dry and they start to tear.
What is it that makes me so sad?

At least I can see the footsteps behind me.
I wonder if anybody will look back
and remember who left them to see;
If they are not covered by the constant snow.

Sometimes it gets very hard to breathe.
The thinness of the air really is no joke.
You have to stay still for the pain to leave.
Sometimes it feels like an eternity.

That little fire hardly keeps me warm
but it's hard to get anymore than that.
I have to prepare for a surprise storm.
My heart gets colder everyday.

I've thought about leaving before,
Go somewhere with more sun.
Maybe then I won't feel so sore,
but first I have to want to go.

I'm not sure what makes me sad.
The constant winds and snow?
My life is a short eternity
and it get longer everyday.
If only I had the strength to go.