When did we become peasants
Serving the queen
Of taking the path
Paved by others
Not blazed by the own
Heart
The heartless
Have ripped our lives
Out of our own
To this unknown
We are not a passive stupid people
We are focused on saving
What we have left
To live for
The paradox of life
What is good for us
Is not always
What we want
What we desire
So we must resist
But in this resist
We grow to be strong
And can give our bodies
What it needs
To be strong
The bench sits
Through all of the seasons
Taking it’s time
In winter
And fall
Behind
In summer
But sit along the bench and
Feel the life around
See the life going by
It is the life of a bench
From the bench’s eyes
The implication
Of the deeds
Done and left behind
Is that we
As a people
Have little choices
This time
To select a leader of hope
Rather than avoid the worst
The implication is that
Life is falling apart
With a burst
What appears to happen
Is not the intent
Of what happened
When we look deeper
We see the mistakes of many
Create one
And the reliance of those
On others
Creates more
So we must stand for what is
Right
The implication
Of what took place
For the moment
Was unknown
But for now
When the tides change
I will wait for the hope
Of peaceful words
On the horizon
I’m late
Again
It what for
Who knows
The time flies
And my mind goes
Concept
From start to finish
Will take you from
Home to alone
And back
So choose with
Perfection the path
Of direction
Of your life
I fell off
Only to try and
Get back on
The bike
That I was riding
To make it home
In a night
Or two
That was my story
The one I knew
Get up and get out
Pull up the sheets
And now the time
Is right
For action
Of the mildest yet
Focused sort
Take your hope and
Hang It on the wall with the
Others
And off we go
Into the night
A Cup of Songwriting 