The Music

Hold My Heart

Healing Begins

Can You Feel It

Angel In The Night

Shine

Secrets And Regrets

Introducing/Madmen

Speak To Me Gently

Hills Of Indigo Blue

Clocks

In The Light

Carry On My Wayward Son

Don't Stop Believing

You And Me

Everything

To Write In The Morning...

...Is to write abnormal
I say it as though it was the reason
As if I had so much power
Your eyes are still in my head
A vision unlike any I could comprehend
It devastates me
Your sadness
It rots me to the core
And turns me inside out
Can you come any closer to breaking
I feel if you do
You won't break in two
But into many failing to rise again
To feel her arms
A little girl gripping for dear life
Onto so small a prospect
I can only carry her so far
Before I fall
But strength will rise
When it seems all is gone
I trust
You will be there
Such a symbol, love
Revealing our innermost
Cuts and triumphs
Beyond repair, beyond reprieve
They follow like tiny souls
All waiting for the slaughter
Do they know?
What they seek is of no value
Their shadows only eat them alive
Seeping from their eyes
Pouring from their mouth
That is why the music
Yes, I think
That is why the music so comforts me
Could it ease a little
Or will survival come without?
The beginning of the end
It is far now
Patiently will time wait
Dragging through the ashes
Until the one glimmer is found
The truth is I fade fast
I can cut the ribbon
But never follow the hearse
I would like to follow this time
If it is allowed
I look to my Father
As a small child to the parent
Holding the tip of a finger to large for my hand
Lying will serve this time
On the rug
The cold floors certainly won't do
Maybe a glimmer will pass over
Amidst all these ashes