|The Quiet Rebel||
Wave after wave they stand in defiance
Against the sky.
Unlike the man far below
Who wonders ... why?
Full of confidence and grace
The mountains stand in their place.
Speaking such quiet thoughts ...
Or could it be in desperation,
They seek to escape
The grasp of the earth;
To reach some distant,
Of greater worth?
A mountain of woe ...
Or perhaps there is some secret
that can only be shared
with the wind, or the eagles,
or those who cared.
And I cared ...rj
Confusion rages within this battered frame.
Waves crash though a fragmented brain.
The struggle goes on, and on ...
Long after the vanquished foe is gone ...
The soul screams to an audience of one,
Of a war thatís never won.
To burst the boundaries of this infinite void ...
|Thoughts That Never Were||
I hear your voice
through the tears
through the years
it echoes ...
Where did we go wrong?
My love for you
with the pains
and emptiness ...
After all this time
do you love me
as I do you?
The fog slips in
Sheltering conspiring trees,
Concealing secrets of long ago,
When life was simple, as were we.
Now thereís just emptiness,
Of forgotten days.
Tears born by joy
Are later embraced by sorrow.
In the end, itís all the same,
And leaves only the eternal deluge,
With its drab and dreary companions.rj
As I stood there and watched its face,
I saw him move so slightly from place
The mountains are free!
And rushing to the sea!
I have so little faith,
As I try to move this mountain
that sits before me.
Am I so lost?
What is the cost,
to set me free?
The mountains are not those giants above
But those that within our minds
If we but had some faith,
These mountains we can displace.rj
There is no question we need the rain,
and Iím glad itís here all the same.
To walk in the rain is my delight,
or to hold my loved one so tight.
But does it really have to pelter,
when Iím out cycling so far from shelter?rj
There are times ...
All is clear, you feel so near
And times ...
The fog rolls round, you canít be found.
Sunny days and rainy haze,
Gladness and sadness,
You and I.rj
How much is the blank check for?
It all depends on the signature.rj
Iíve taken the dagger
And plunged it deep into my chest.
From that moment on,
My soul knows no rest.rj
I talk to the birds,
I talk to the bees,
But most of all,
I talk to the trees.
Some say Iím crazy,