There's a guy walking along
The city streets at night
I don't know where he's going
But you can only see him by the lights

When everything's quiet
You can almost hear
The sound of a horn
And then he disappears

The city is sound asleep tonight
But the dead don't ever sleep 
There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no secret he can't keep
And the driver gets out of the car
But there's no body to be found
The strangest thing always happens
When Jim Crowder walks around

I never knew the man
I never even saw his face
Until Wednesday morning over coffee
I flipped to the second page

Seems Jim Crowder didn't see the lights
Maybe he didn't want to some might say
He didn't care enough to look ahead
Or even bother to get out of the way

The city is sound asleep tonight
But the dead don't ever sleep 
There's no rest for the wicked
And there's no secret he can't keep
And the driver gets out of the car
But there's no body to be found
The strangest thing always happens
When Jim Crowder walks around

Hair black as night
And eyes as oceans blue
I won't forget you

The tears we've shared
And the rubble we've crawled through
I won't forget you

And the moments
That never revealed themselves
The things we promised
That we would do

I won't forget you
I can still see your face
I won't forget you
And your voice is one
That I could never replace
And there's a place in my heart
That will only be owned by you
I won't forget you

All the miles
That used to separate
Seem even longer than they were
It's true, I won't forget you

And all the moments we shared
Staying up so late
The minutes seem longer without you

And all the promises
Were they all in vain
I gave you everything I had to give
But I still couldn't stop the pain

I won't forget you
I can still see your face
I won't forget you
And your voice is one
That I could never replace
And there's a place in my heart
That will only be owned by you
I won't forget you

If you insist on looking at the glass half empty, you will always be thirsty.

.You know what rumors and fires have in common? Some people start them, while others spread them. And in the end someone always gets hurt.

When the earth was still so young
And no one could understand
The trees still touched the sky
And man and nature walked hand in hand

A child did not grow
Without the wisdom to know
That a man did not come
From the meat he brought back home

Great spirits hear our cry
Open our eyes and our minds
Take our hands and
Show us where our people lived before
Teach us all of your ways
Take us back to warmer days
Give us wings like eagles
And let us soar

May we Teach our children
To look deeper than the mirror
So that they will know
The blood that flows within our veins

Give our tongues the wisdom
To teach them right from wrong
And grant our body's the food
Which keeps us strong

Great spirits hear our cry
Open our eyes and our minds
Take our hands and
Show us where our people lived before
Teach us all of your ways
Take us back to warmer days
Give us wings like eagles
And let us soar

Great Spirits let us soar

There's still good to be had in this world if one only remembers to search for it.

The constant shrieks-each syllable overlapping one another, aiding to the utter horror of which their eyes have seen. A stream of red trickles down that lowly alleyway. And the victim still, who's eyes have seen all things, keeps her secrets well in death. And the blood! The blood itself has an empty accusing stare at the very assailant standing idly by within the crowd. I do not see his face, though a man stands beside me with his collar upright and his brim pulled well over his brows, keeping his secrets in the lining of his pockets,  twixt the stitches in the seams. The man is gone without a trace leaving only a letter behind without so much washing the blood from his hands, his skin stained with his own heinous misdeed. It seems this Jack has vanished into the night, a prowling beast who stalks its prey. Is he man or devil? Is he? Are they?