...if You Get Confused, Just Listen To

Poised For Flight, Wings Spread Bright, Spring From Night Into The Sun.

Ain't No Time To Hate, Barely Time To Wait

Let There Be Songs To Fill The Air.

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World.

Every Song Falls Short Of The Glory Of What A Song Could Be. That's Why The Urge Is There To Start Again And Yet Again. Often It's The Fault Of Rhyme. I've Discovered A Hundred Times That There Just Aren't Enough Rhymes To Say What I Wanted To Say, So I Said Something Else Instead. Sometimes It Was A Better Thing, But The Thing I Meant To Say Went Unsaid. So There's An Opening For Another Song.