Wake Up To Find Out That You

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.

When You Get Ready To Vote, Make Sure You Know What You Are Doing.

You Who Choose To Lead Must Follow. But If You Fall, You Fall Alone.

The Sky Was Yellow And The Sun Was Blue.

In Wickedness Of Pride Is Lost The Light To Understand How Little Grace Is Earned And How Much Given.