Crippled But Free, I Was Blind All

Sometimes We Live No Particular Way But Our Own

If My Words Did Glow With The Gold Of Sunshine And My Tunes Were Played On The Harp Unstrung Would You Hear My Voice Come Through The Music Would You Hold It Near As It Were Your Own?

Let My Inspiration Flow, In Token Lines Suggesting Rhythm, That Will Not Forsake Me, Till My Tale Is Told And Done.

Once In Awhile You Get Shown The Light, In The Strangest Of Places If You Look It Right

Counting Stars By Candlelight All Are Dim But One Is Bright; The Spiral Light Of Venus Rising First And Shining Best, From The Northwest Corner Of A Brand-new Crescent Moon Crickets And Cicadas Sing A Rare And Different Tune.