I Tied Down Time With A Rope

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me Around And Around / Until I Fade Slowly.

Once I Was Beautiful. Now I Am Myself, Counting This Row And That Row Of Moccasins Waiting On The Silent Shelf.

What's The Point Of Fighting The Dollars When All You Need Is A Warm Bed? When The Dog Barks You Let Him In. All We Need Is Someone To Let Us In. And One Other Thing: To Consider The Lilies In The Field.

Yet Love Enters My Blood Like An I.v., Dripping In Its Little White Moments.