If I Never Say More
The Human Condition

We are Prisoners of time
Slaves to circumstance
and beggars for eternity
We have so made small our souls.

To match our situations
that is greed for trash
We have trampled greatness
and laughing at their prey.

Time tightens the chains
that bind us
circumstances cracks the whip
that marks us
Only our eternity grieves
that we are fools.

Into The Light

A voice is calling softly
from the stillness of the night
peace and joy will follow
when you walk into the light

I leave behind my sadness
tear off this fake disguise
and stop the war thats raging
between my tears and eyes

No longer will I travel
a road that has no end
no sign ahead will tellme
go back and start again

I’ve found what I’ve been missing
it’s love and care in my life
lets peace surround my body
when I walk into this light

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