Who drew the lines
In the dirt and in the sand
Who drew the lines
And divided up the land
Who wrote the words
That turned us in
We followed so blindly
Waiting with a grin
Nothing comes from nothing
Hans draw the letters to create the words
To create the lines
Let’s examine the lines
For we can see the truth
if we just give it time
The lonely ones
Start early
And end late
They find a path
Constructed
From paper machete
From the grounds of
Sacred hollow
The lonely ones
Have a tough
Pill to swallow
The lonely ones
Changing our world
In silence
Foggy city
With its grey hues
Haven’t been back in a while
So I’m past due
A city
A world
New York City airport
Love and live
Hope and sin
It’s been a while
And I’m glad to be back
Straight ahead
With no deviation
One handed guide
Swiftly through the nation
Embalmed with lies
Far and wide
You could see the twinkle
Lost in his eyes
Straight ahead he said
With no remotes
Stay consistent
Stay in course
When it turns
Upside down
Other sides
Of a forgotten town
We know the future
The uncertain past
Welcome home
We loved through
The past
Beautiful fields
Full of vibrant grasses
Greener than a late spring
Full of winters ashes
Song and song
Sing along
While we walk in fields
As the setting suns
Says goodbye
One more
Time
Dream of dreams
Hope of hope
Learning to live
And let go
These moments
Teach me that
Life is a magic moment
A
Star
Flying by
As we wave at the moon
To our side
Love the present
Love the now
Love each other
Love somehow
Free hands
And each delivered
Held onto
Things
Material Desires
The art of hands
Letting go
Only the one who relinquished
Can really know
When we know
To hold on tight
We must hold each other
We must love each other
Moments to hold on
And moments to let go
Frequently passing
Frequently gone home
With spectacular colors
Spiritual dens
In my own head
A Cup of Songwriting 