If you find me in a gloom,

or catch me in a dream

Inside my lonely room,

there is no in between

Whispering Pines,

rising of the tide

If only one star shines

That's just enough

to get inside

I will wait until it

all goes 'round

With you in sight,

the lost are found

Foghorn through the night,

calling out to sea

Protect my only light,

for she once belonged to me

Let the waves rush in,

let the seagulls cry

For if I live again,

these hopes will never die

I can feel you standing there

But I don't see you anywhere

Standing by the well,

wishing for the rains

Reaching to the clouds,

for nothing else remains

Drifting in a daze,

when evening will be done

Try looking through a haze

At an empty house,

in the cold, cold sun

I will wait until it all goes 'round

With you in sight, the lost are found.

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My generation, born of the greatest,

coming of age to a dark bells toll.

Idealism, a flower in a gun barrel,

entrusted with the national soul.

My generation deployed to rock and roll

and fought in a jungle at seventeen.

And when it was over, returned to a country

had no idea of what we had seen.

My generation watched as a president

betrayed the trust and was held to account.

We saw the same thing, the truth was apparent.

There's no other way, the leader was out.

My generation settled into easy living.

Got older and so far from our youth.

Once had a hunger, now got whatever.

We search for the remote, not for the truth.

My generation split like a tree trunk,

bought into charlatans hate filled lies.

Soon it was brother turned against brother.

Common ground lost, goodwill died.

My generation now sickened and sun-blind,

once entrusted with the national soul,

will pass on the flame, turn over the keys,

and fade away, disgraced and old.

Fade away, disgraced and old.

Fade away, disgraced and old.

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Featuring Natalia Schuurman

Refrain:

There’s this monkey,

he had a Button,

and he did

just what he wants.

Now this monkey

is no more now

for his weakness

and arrogance.

Refrain

In the night, the Voice of the Jungle came to the first monkey:

“Monkey, here is the Key of Knowledge. Use it wisely.”

He awoke, and there was the Button.

The monkey learned it was no ordinary button.

The monkey could get this Button to do anything he wanted.

All he had to do was to make a wish,

press the Button and the wish was his.

So, the monkey ate the finest bananas of the jungle.

He swung from the longest, strongest vines.

He jumped with no fear of falling.

And when he was angry, the jungle creatures fled,

for they feared his Button.

There’s this monkey

he had a Button,

and he did

just what he wants.

All day long the monkey sat in his tree, pushing his Button.

After time, the monkey changed.

It did not matter to him that the other jungle creatures suffered.

He did not listen as they asked for his help.

He didn’t think of using his Button for anyone but himself.

Refrain 

About at the same time,

the Voice came to the second monkey,

with him awakened to a button as well.

And then one day, the two monkeys crossed paths at the river.

They both insisted they had discovered the river first.

A terrible quarrel took place!

Both monkeys hissed and spat

and threw great handfuls of leaves and dust.

They fought and screamed and slapped.

Then each paused and remembered his Button.

At pretty much the same time, they pushed their Buttons.

Instantly both monkeys vanished.

There’s this monkey,

he had a Button.

Oh monkey, monkey! You never had a chance.

Now this monkey,

he had a Button…

Never had a chance.

Refrain

Refrain

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Is there a chance that we have finally

managed to find our way?

Is there a chance that we could be home

when night-time turns into day?

The tired, weary, heartbroken and ragged,

believing the moment is soon.

Wasn’t that a landmark we recognized

’neath the light of a brilliant moon?

Oh to be home! Oh to be home!

We’re tired, weary, heartbroken and ragged.

Oh, to be home!

Can we believe what our eyes have seen,

when we thought we’ve seen this before?

Can we believe what our hearts now say,

this is what we’ve been waiting for?

The exiled, lost, abandoned and wandering,

for so long and so very far,

now raise there heads with eyes that shine

‘neath a field of a billion stars!

Oh to be home! Oh to be home!

Exiled, lost, abandoned and wandering.

Oh, to be home!

If we allow this hope to take root

and in our hearts silently pray,

Could it vanish like vapor or mist?

Will it be taken away?

The lonely, abused, threadbare and shunned

stand in the new morning light,

dis-believing eyes open wide in the

passing dark of the night!

Oh to be home! Oh to be home!

Lonely, abused, threadbare and shunned.

Oh, to be home!

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First brother set the house on fire,

licking flames dancing higher.

Second brother rose to run

when he seen what he had done.

But he stood there transfixed

at what he had just witnessed.

Sparks swirled and scattered round them,

thinking ‘bout the blood that bound them.

Second brother then heard

First brother say these words:

“Now the reason you’ll learn,

did it just to see it burn.”

Second brother brushed the ashes

Shook his coat and wiped his glasses

Took a bottle, poured a drink.

Said “I need some time to think.”

First brother sat next to the other.

They had a drink and then another.

By night’s end with the rising sun,

they both knew what had to be done.

Out they stepped into the morning

And without a word of warning

Second brother took his turn,

He lit a house, they watched it burn.

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You can see through me now,

I’m a cold heart, a callous soul.

You can see through me now,

I’m telling you it’s time to go.

And I’m calling you, I’m not alone.

Trying to carve a heart of stone.

You can see through me now,

you can see clear through my eyes.

You can see through me now,

my deceit and silly lies.

You can see through me now,

I’m a fire that will consume your world.

You can see through me now,

you’re in oblivion, you’re such a stupid girl.

And I’m telling you that the danger’s real.

Ambivalence is all that I can feel.

You can see through me now,

you can see clear through my eyes.

You can see through me now,

through my deceit and silly lies.

You can see through me now,

I’m an animal moving through the night.

You can see through me now,

I could turn on you and take your life.

And I’m howling at the hidden moon,

and the predator will be prowling soon.

You can see through me now,

you can see clear through my eyes.

You can see through me now,

through my deceit and silly lies.

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’Til the spring comes, ’til the rains fall.

’Til the blossoms drop and the birds call.

’Til the ice melts upon the shores,

I sign this, Recklessly Yours.

’Til the summer’s blaze, ’til the thunder rolls.

’Til a bright June morning as the Sunday bells toll,

’Til the locust’s song’s heard thru porch doors,

I sign this, Recklessly Yours.

’Til Indian summer dries, ’til the fields go pastel,

’Til the school busses roll again and the burnt leave smell.

’Til spiders and crickets seek shelter indoors,

I sign this, Recklessly Yours.

’Til the snow blankets white, ’til the trees vein black.

’Til the arctic winds howl and the icycles crack.

’Til the holidays chime and the fire roars,

I sign this, Recklessly Yours.

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Jettison,

Jettison,

Jettison.

I must get out from underneath

the dead weight you’ve become.

Jettison.

Jettison,

Jettison.

“Put some, put some guerrilla action on it.”

A little voice that’s got my ear

says “Time to cut and run.”

Jettison.

This ritual of our friendship,

it’s just a costly drug.

It’s time to break this habit.

It’s time to pull the plug.

Jettison.

“Forget religion.”

Jettison,

Jettison.

You mustn’t take this personal

when what’s done is done.

Jettison.

This mask that we call honor,

we take what we can get.

It’s time to cut the holiness.

It’s time to cut to it.

Jettison,

“It’s the ballot,”

Jettison.

“or the bullet.”

Yeah who would blame me walking

from the load that you’ve become?

Jettison,

Jettison.

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Featuring Stan Borys

Your hands, half, just half.

Touch, or touch.

Dream, no dream.

And love, rented love.

How can you understand my absence

if I’m not myself

forever more?

Forever more.

Your eyes, full of life.

Visions,

untouchable,

deep inside.

Empty voices crawling around

and crying

for love,

for love.

Crying for love.

(Excerpt from ‘Pierwszy list, co mnie doszedł z Europy…’ by Cyprian Norwid)

Pierwszy list, co mnie doszedł z Europy,

Jest ten od Ciebie, Pani – piszę miarą,

Jak człowiek w wielkiej samotności, który

Muzyką sobie nieuczoną wtórzy

I to mu zamiast towarzystwa służy.

Musiałem rzucić się za ten Ocean,

Nie abym szukał Ameryki – ale

Ażebym nie był tam… O! wierz mi, Pani,

Że dla zabawki nie szuka się grobu

Na półokręgu przeciwległym globu.

Come, come to me,

when the night

meets the fog.

Waiting,

waiting for tomorrow.

Meet there in senseless places,

For Nothing More,

For Nothing More,

For Nothing More.

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There’s a flash of charity

from the howling abyss

and out stepped young

Miss Elizabeth.

Long gone young

Miss Elizabeth,

down from the mountain,

back from the edge.

We wear the veil,

we offer flowers,

we bathe in hidden

mountain showers.

We are your lambs,

we’re your nation.

Glory’s yours!

Be our salvation!

We pledge Elizabeth

everyday.

White veiled girl

show us the way.

There was a change of plans

we didn’t expect,

from the shadows

an angel stepped.

Miss Elizabeth,

young and mild

steps out among us

from the wild.

We’re one in wondering,

all glory to you,

what would Miss

Elizabeth do?

We’re your disciples,

we are your base.

We’ll follow you

to a better place.

We’ll pledge Elizabeth

every night.

White veiled girl

please shine a light.

Forgive us

mourning your loss,

rolling the stone,

rushing the boss.

Nearly departed

Elizabeth,

“It’s not your time, child”

he sayeth.

We pledge Elizabeth

to be true,

liberty marched

right up to you.

Miss Elizabeth

in you we trust.

True red white buh loo vers

all of us.

There was a beast shadow cast

from coast to coast,

then back she came

like a living ghost.

Elizabeth

put under a spell,

what you saw there

you won’t tell.

We welcome you back

to the fold

with your secret

tales untold.

We sleep the night

neath spangled stars

and say not of who

that we are.

Elizabeth

full of grace,

shine on us your

pristine gaze.

We cup our hands

unto our ear,

it’s your harp

we long to hear.

Look upon us

favorably,

no monkeys in

our family tree.

We pledge Elizabeth

through and through,

white veiled girl,

we’re red for you.

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Featuring John Halka

“Your destiny is determined by the roll of the dice.”

Johnny one, Johnny two,

Johnny three, Johnny four.

Yea, he knows what a curse is for.

Johnny five, Johnny six,

Johnny seven, Johnny eight.

Man’ll do anything when

he’s desperate.

Johnny nine, Johnny ten,

Johnny eleven, Johnny twelve.

Mouths to feed leave the

manners on the shelf.

“Loving parents,

they affect you much like clay.”

Yea, the future is seen:

Johnny Thirteen.

One sweet dream,

Johnny Thirteen.

“Genetics?

Environment?”

Johnny one, Johnny two,

Johnny three, Johnny four.

Man’s head echoes with the

slamming of a door.

Johnny five, Johnny six,

Johnny seven, Johnny eight.

Somewhere’s the horizon,

but it’s gotta wait.

Johnny nine, Johnny ten,

Johnny eleven, Johnny twelve.

Johnny’s taking time to

get to know himself.

“Karma corrosion,

little repetitive moral leaks.”

And the future is seen

by Johnny Thirteen.

It’s one sweet dream

to Johnny Thirteen.

“Good family,

Loving parents,

Stable environment,

Nurture,

Moral hiccups,

Karma corrosion.

They affect you.”

Johnny one, Johnny two,

Johnny three, Johnny four.

Now he wonders about

what he’s got in store.

Johnny five, Johnny six,

Johnny seven, Johnny eight.

Spend a lifetime paying

for a luckless fate.

Johnny nine, Johnny ten,

Johnny eleven, Johnny twelve.

Still, the man is true to

God and self.

“It’s a coin-toss…

Doomed.”

And the future is seen

with Johnny Thirteen.

It’s one sweet dream

of Johnny Thirteen.

It's the future seen

“I didn’t grow up”

for Johnny Thirteen

“Much like clay”

the one sweet dream

“I didn’t grow up”

of Johnny Thirteen.

“Doomed.”

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Born into a family, fifth of five.

We lived beneath the same roof for some time.

Then one by one we began dispersing,

and the last departure then was mine.

We set off for school, jobs and families,

with spouses and children of our own.

Now the passing of seasons dim memories

of a family, together, long ago.

They wed on a Baltic summer afternoon.

One year later the three of them were gone.

Westward heading, they began their journey,

sailing off into the unknown.

The path they shared then began to widen,

and one day it split into two lanes.

And tho they all traveled on together,

it never would return to one again.

Soon from the other side, will you hear me

when I play a passage meant to move?

Now my notes linger with sadness

as I de-tune and lose the groove.

Both of you were born on a Monday,

and from the first day you did things your way.

I watched you grow and become you,

and with your mother, helped you on your way.

Took such pride as you came of age.

My soul’s put at peace to see you two.

And now, tho you live in another place,

I never do feel apart from you.

Soon from the other side, will you hear me

when I play in a certain style?

And when there is a moment in your daydreams,

may the specter of my face look upon you with a loving smile.

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Refrain:

Am I going? Am I gone? Am I Far Enough Away?

Am I going? Am I gone? Am I Far Enough Away?

„Można po polsku weź tego technika, eh, przy przemiń kiedyś tak było wyrażane.

Technologia ostatnie jest bardziej popularny.”

(Refrain)

Once upon so long ago,

and so far away.

Yea, once upon so long ago,

so very far away.

We like the night together vanished,

like mist in the light of day

„…Tak że to jest, eh, słowo należący już do tej właśnie technologicznej cywilizacji, która…”

Once upon a broken vow

and a cruel dream.

Yea, once upon a broken vow

and a cruel dream.

My love sails off to the heavens

slipping into the unseen.

(Refrain)

„…Eh, nie do końcu wiedzą co to właściwie…

eh, jest, a z drugiej strony świadomość powiedzmy ekologiczne w najszerszym tego rozumieniu…”

Once upon a love alive,

a smile naturally.

Oh once upon a distant love,

a smile naturally.

A silhouette in dimming light

now a collar turned to me.

(Refrain)

„…Eh, chociaż, oczywiście, z drugiej strony udało się nie dopuścić do wybudowania elektrowniej atomowej…na pewno, ten podział w ogóle pokrywa się z tworzącu się zupełnie nowym podziałem społecznym, eh…w Polsce…”

Once upon a hopeful past

and days that are gone.

Once upon a faded past

and days that are gone.

Lost voices in the nighttime

float through my dreams at dawn.

(Refrain)

„Działają ludzie, którzy żyją w takim samem środowisku w jakim…”

(Refrain)

„…Którzy działają w tej samej jakby polszczyźnie, w tej samej przestrzeni, w której działają podobnie ludzie na całym świecie, a oczywiście w innym poziomie; działają ludzie, którzy żyją w…”

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A kiss is a kiss,

is just a kiss.

A kiss is a kiss,

nothing more, nothing less.

A kiss is a kiss,

a promise of bliss,

a promise of bliss.

Obliteration

A kiss is a kiss,

is just a kiss.

A kiss is to know

worthy and blessed.

A kiss is a crime

in the dark alley of an

embrace that's not mine.

A homicide, a kiss is a crime.

Obliteration

Obliteration

A kiss is a kiss,

is just a kiss.

A promise of bliss,

nothing more, nothing less

Obliteration

Obliteration

Obliteration

A kiss...

Nothing more, nothing less.

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So far away, so far away,

so far away from home.

So far away, so far away,

so far away from home.

Each morning I awake and pray

this is my homecoming day.

If it’s blue or gray,

It was meant to be that way.

If it thunders and storms

I pray that you stay safe and warm.

In your home away from harm.

Beneath the shelter of his arm.

So far away, so far away,

so far away from home.

Soon the sun that melts the snow,

makes the trees and grass to grow,

shall warm our bodies and our souls,

and cause the summer winds to

blow us all so far away.

Every night alone I pray

all my dreams will fly someday.

And when it seems I’ve lost my way,

I look to my homecoming day.

So far away, so far away,

so far away from home.

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From a shore of the Great Lakes,

through the St. Lawrence seaway,

sailing away in a dream

across Atlantic cold and grey.

Rolling in the North sea,

fading from distant pain.

Stepping onto solid ground

in a spray of Baltic Rain.

In my dream there were two lists.

The first, three thousand that we lost.

On the second were the ones

that we offered up as cost.

As I walked I realized

that the second had more names.

It occurred we’d lost another war.

Such a weeping Baltic Rain.

In the strange light of my dream

a fresh new morning broke.

From a home forever changed,

to a new one I awoke.

A free city at my feet,

and the sound of a new name.

Down a street of cobblestone

with a scent of Baltic Rain.

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The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

Its just the way the world turns

It’s just the way it turns

Its just the way the world turns

From east to west.

You know its all in your head

You know its all in your heart

You know it’s all within you

To make a new start

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

It’s just the way that we turn

It’s just the way we turn

It’s just the way that we turn

From east to west

You know the places you been

You know the faces you seen

You know the life that you’ve lived

You lived in a dream.

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

It’s just the way a life turns

It’s just the way life turns

It’s just the way a life turns

From east to west

You know the voice in your head

You know the voice in your heart

You know the voice within you

Says make a fresh start

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

Its just the way the world turns

It’s just the way it turns

Its just the way the world turns

From east to west.

You know the places you been

You know the faces you seen

You know the life that you’ve lived

You lived in a dream.

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

East West, East West

A continent before we can rest

The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

The skies’ half circle surrounds us again

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I cannot forget your ghostly face in the rain.

The bead of moisture that fell on your breast and the stain.

The smell of your collar in our first lingering embrace

fills my senses as gravity beckons my body from space.

Look up there! It’s our love.

Bursts orange and Splinters in the blue.

You brought it down – it was our love –

and changed everything I thought I knew.

Now all of the metal is twisted and ready to cut.

The frame of this door is distorted and hopelessly shut.

The windows are shattered like icicle dreams – I can’t see.

The thing that’s occurred has made this place unknown to me.

Look up there! It’s our love.

Bursts orange and Splinters in the blue.

You brought it down – it was our love –

and changed everything I thought I knew.

Now, all of the unseen eyes straining to see,

and all of the prayers like paper planes flying past me,

all of the breaths held haven’t much longer to wait

for a graceful arch and a spin to a brittle fate.

I cannot help to not be a little surprised

at the look of astonishment I now see in your eyes.

My chrysalis falls to the ground and everyone sees

as my butterfly soul flutters into a mild autumn breeze.

Look up there! It’s our love.

Bursts orange and Splinters in the blue.

You brought it down – it was our love –

and changed everything I thought I knew.

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Wade in the Water,

Wade in the Water,

Wade in the Water.

God’s gonna trouble the water

“Jesus is coming back.”

“A servant of God.”

“Jesus said woe unto the scribes, the Pharisees, the hypocrites.”

Who those children dressed in red?

God’s gonna trouble the water.

They going to be disappointed.

God’s gonna trouble the water.

Wade in the Water,

Wade in the Water, children.

Wade in the Water.

God’s gonna trouble the water.

“Pretending that you are a servant of God.”

Who those children dressed in white?

God’s gonna trouble the water.

They come lookin’ for their birthright.

God’s gonna trouble the water.

Wade yea in the Water,

Wade in the Water, children.

Wade in the Water.

God’s gonna trouble the water.

“Now I want you to understand, Jesus is coming back.”

Who those children dressed in black?

“We got to love our neighbor as we love ourselves,”

Once they’re gone they ain’t never coming back.

“Jesus says so.”

Wade in the Water,

Wade in the Water,

Wade in the Water.

God’s gonna trouble the water.

Who those children dressed in blue?

God’s gonna trouble the water.

Who’s gonna tell em it’s not for you?

God’s gonna trouble the water.

Wade in the Water,

Wade in the Water, children.

Wade in the Water.

God’s gonna trouble the water.

“A servant of God.”

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Days are few.

Words

of the wise,

guidance

of age,

cannot shake

or sway what you

know to be true.

Rules

of the road,

gravity

itself,

in your youth

means nothing

to you.

Your whirling of dervishes drunken and wild

in cathedrals where lost souls pray

come back to haunt you, in your reflections,

debt that you cannot re-pay.

Fields

of your days,

blazing

at night.

Calculate

what the flame

has consumed.

Seasons

that turn

render

barren reserves

in light of 

golden

harvest moons.

Now winter wind blows cold and curls round your neck

as your house echoes empty and still.

Shadows grow long, curtains are drawn

and embers are stirred in the chill.

Voice

of a childs'

ghost

on the trail

that leads

'neath the snow

from the shore.

Steps

wandering,

circle

about,

across

the cold

forest floor.

If I could reach out across the divide

and deliver you safe on your way,

shake you and wake you, re-direct you,

to've known what I know today.

Days Are Few

They spill from our hands like grains of sand

And fade from our distant view.

Days Are Few

Leaving no trace as we pass thru days

stumbling after truth.

Days Are Few

Days Are Few

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Blessed am I,

Blessed am I,

Blessed am I,

Blessed am I for she is mine!

Blessed is the face that shines on me tonight

the smell of the perfume on the collar of the coat.

The heat, the presence, the touch of the hand.

Blessed is the feel of the finger on my throat.

Blessed is the feel of the finger on my throat.

Blessed are the eyes that watch me while I’m gone.

Eyes wide set, coal black and deep.

They lock on me, they hold me, steer me to my home.

Blessed are the eyes that disturb me in my sleep.

Blessed are the eyes that disturb me in my sleep.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, they will be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, they will inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness, they’ll be filled.

Blessed are the merciful, they will be shown mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, they will be called the children of God.

Blessed are those persecuted for righteousness, theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are the lips that kiss this tired head,

that speak to me the only words that I can understand.

The lips that hypnotize, the whisper that moves,

Blessed is the kiss that marks the man.

Blessed is the kiss that marks the man.

Blessed am I,

Blessed am I,

Blessed am I,

Blessed am I for she is mine!

Blessed am I,

Blessed am I for she is mine!

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Your love is dangerous,

now it’s clear to see,

a love so dangerous,

danger to me.

Your love is frightening,

now I can see,

nothing between us,

Love Dangerously.

Your love is reckless,

suffering and wild.

A love so dangerous,

whims of a child.

Your love’s peculiar,

and something to see.

Leaves me defenseless,

Love Dangerously.

Your love,

your love,

your love.

Your love is a wildfire,

consuming all.

A love this dangerous,

brings on a fall.

Your love is careless,

honest and free.

Brings us together to

Love Dangerously.

Your love...

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I walked thru their door,

I stepped into the night.

With the home-light burning I didn’t look back.

I drove thru the night

into the morning sun,

down a ribbon of highway, never did look back.

I tried to reason with him.

I tried to calm and still her.

To show the sense of doing it my way.

I had no answer for them,

had no explanation

for why I couldn’t consider what they say.

Words lovingly delivered to me

never were accepted.

Disregarding common sense

is what you’ve might expected from

A Prodigal Son.

But I saw the world turn,

I saw good and the bad.

I saw what I never could dream.

And I lived in that world,

And I loved there too.

Lingering, embraced and serene.

I gazed from highest mountains,

to purest clouds below.

My spirit rose and brushed the bluest sky.

I crawled down in the valley

Beside the river of sorrow,

and bathed in the tears of humankind.

The blessings of a dreamer child

I wouldn’t wish upon you.

While he dreams they experience

the pleasures of insomnia from

A Prodigal Son.

Wandered on back,

from the wilderness,

with my own kin in tow.

Now I got a wife,

and two beautiful girls,

and they dwell in the core of my soul.

I meant to get home sooner,

but I am a late bloomer.

They are getting older, as we all are.

And then we turned the corner,

and we approached the front door.

The home-light’s covered, dark and cold.

The flame they tended is extinguished,

and my loved ones departed.

We’ll raise the home-light again

and with a flame will start it from

A Prodigal Son.

I’m feeling their arms reaching out to me.

I’m seeing their light surrounding me.

I’m hearing their voices are calling me.

I’m wishing to merge once again with them.

To shed my earthly scar tissue then.

To understand again,

we have always been one,

we have always been one,

we have always been one,

and always will be.

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