The great gray sky loomed large overhead; The late Jay Fry lay cold and dead. Fate had lingered and then fled; Fortune nodded, then turned and sped To
Big black man looking ominous, Pale white boy getting off the bus, Time and place for a gun or drug; These two run together - and hug! "I missed you,
Things always came easy, Or they didn't come at all. Life was bright and breezy, Endless summer; never fall. Now, I'm in the old folks' choir, A bald
Was another lesson learned. But time has tramped through With its steel-toed boots; Kicked our dreams to the curb; Confiscated our verbs. Small traces of truth
I walk a time upon this earth, Caught here between a painful birth And a most unpleasant death. I cannot, will not charge ahead, Cannot choose to retreat
, In stark spaces, Time erases Any traces Of your tortured Identity. In dark places, In stark spaces, Time erases Any traces Of your struggle To be free
The April fool is exhausted After a thirty-one day March. His extremities are frosted, His bones ache, and his throat is parched. He sure has seen much
Come December, will you remember Our greatest gift from above? Come December, will you remember The true meaning of love? We were sinners in the Hands
I know how you feel; I can see your pain. I heard your appeal, Crying in the rain. I can help you heal; Help you walk again. I know how you feel. Did
You took me to the highest mountain, To show me the world that you know. You said that when you reach the top, There's only one place to go: To the valley
The believers' last stand begins; They're stacking Bible upon Bible, Using that old reliable As they try to sandbag sin. The floodwaters are rising;