Lost or Found?wordsI can hear them but I cannot keep themthey escape my grasp and my attentionI beg you wordsplease stay here with medon't wander from my mindor hide up in the airI don't wish to forget youdistractionsthey chase off the wordsand keep them from meI want them vanishbut they choose to stayget away from mewhy wont you let me rememberlet me have the wordsI'm tired of you stupid distractions
HoboI used to walkthe downtown streetswith a guitar on my backand blood on my feetthen one day I met a lonely young manhe had a smooth voice and an old tin canwe became friendsa travelling groupI called him Solacehe called me Soupthen, one daySolace was goneand I wasn't readyto be all aloneI spent weeks seeking for Solacebut when I did find himhe'd been hit by a busSo I had a funeralin Solace's nameand left his tin canon top of his grave
There are...There are...Warm hands Wrapped gently Around mineThere are...Dark eyesReflecting hopeNo matter whatThere are... Kind wordsFlowing freelyFrom our mindThere are...a bunch Of little butterfliesIn my gutThere are...A million thingsThat make up LOVE
The Children's WalkThere is a light bulb in the groundWhere it sheds no lightFor children walking the streetsHoping to collide with the nightThey have dancing voicesThat cannot be heardand glittering eyes That no longer observeTheir broken-hearted bonesThat can't be reflectedAre walking aroundIn the dark, undetectedBut if we dug up that dusty old bulbAnd held it up for the childrenWould the light even shine?And who would protect them?