Three souls locked away in time not to be seen for centuries to come.
Sounds of love flying in and out of clouds of lights shinning down in the night
It was a sign of the times to see then grow, not everyone could go.
One J – dynamic, is soaring through the mind.
Two J’s – high as the spirits that carry her soul while she sings rock-n-roll
Three J’s – the lizard king and prince of the thunder crashing across the stage
He can do anything but fade away.Time has stood still for the sounds of yesterday. Now we’re three J’s away.

Wanting life, all or nothing
Love for the taking.
Worlds for the breaking
No ones mind is forsaken futures to make and our past destroyed.
Our present day is near, is your mind clear?
Tomorrow is here.
Can you see the stairs leading on and on up there.
Lives lived wild and free; why not take all or nothing.

It’s so free here.
Why are you down there?
You could be here, where it’s free.
Crazy things go on down there, the fighting, the hate, and the war.
Up here it’s quiet and calm without the pains of settling the score.
If they could only see they could be free.
They don’t need to fight.
Someday they have to see the light.
They don’t need to hate, they could escape.
To be free, they need to pray for peace.
The war has ceased in me.
It’s nice to be free.

A thousand thoughts inside my mind
Nowhere to go and nothing to show you I was here.
Ideas came and have gone.
In between then and now has been a long road.
I know I’ve wasted many days dreaming of what I knew should be.
A million miles of wonder in my mind is almost over.
Time is going, ticking many thoughts away.
At last the end of another day

Time is short although it appears not to be.
Time is set different ways for different days.
There’re times to laugh and times to cry.
With time things live.
With time things die.
Time is visible but then again it’s unseen.
As you’re watching and growing with time it has some meaning.
Where time goes nobody knows.
Mind your business.Commit no crime. Live life wisely but most of all keep track of time.

The whispering  wind
How it cries at night.
Strong winds
Strong winds that
Carry secrets.
The winds drifts
Carries drifters that
Drift through the
NightThe drifter is quiet as is the wind he was carried came, quietly he’ll go.Like the  in by.Quietly he
whispering winds  secrets from long ago.

Witness to the night, I lost my mind, my thoughts of time.
My whereabouts were unknown to me and I had no vision of where I’ve been.
I know it is no longer then.
It is now but how did my time fly?
Witness to my night; tell me the story I just dreamed.Where did my mind take me,did you see? Who was there to witness my  night .