much time has passed

much time has passed since i was young
not much has really changed

the game goes on and i'm still here
not changed  -  but re-arranged

my heart still cries  -  i love it so
and spring still brings me joy

yes i'm alive and i don't mind
inside i'm still a boy

much time has passed yet i still play
in this land of terror

no more to hang my head and cry
i don't regret the error

mistakes were made  -  i bless them so
for through them i did learn

if you're  going to play the game
you better learn to burn


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the greatest gift of all

the greatest gift of all

is to be comfortable

with ones personal situation

what matters

the past is not what matters

the here and now are what matters

trying to be nice

all that means is

i don't know how to be nice

wandering

wandering

no goal in sight

no more seeking for the right

the time has come to play it dumb

on and on through wind and rain
no more for the heart to strain

take it slow

don't make a show

accept life soft
and just refrain

no more  -  kiss the girls
and make them squeal

no more  -  make up jokes
and some you steal

the way of peace is found inside
no longer from the truth to hide

our daily bread is all we need
no more the human ego feed

let it go  -  the foolish playing
all the foolish hope and praying

the quiet life does suit me now
tho being here i don't know how

but feeling peaceful
is sure more fun
than anxious wanting

all the needing is just in our heads

just tormenting ourselves with
foolish thought

we don't have to do that

it's just a habit we picked up along the way

submission

life is not about submitting to who your facing

life is about submitting to who you are

once before man took up dreaming

once -  before man took up dreaming
lost himself in all this scheming
life was lived within the order
life itself its own recorder

but in time a change took place
somewhere in the human race
from the truth we turned away
deception's now the game we play

the price is high for this digression
our sickness is the hearts confession
still the spirit seeks to free us
from the shrouds that so conceal us

the heart must face the truth of life
an open mind will end the strife
but we must no more fear the truth
for man to regain his lost youth

want

it you want anything from life

you probably aren't really alive

judgement

everyone passes judgement on their self

by how they respond to life

the top of my list

all the girls i've known

are at the top of my list

blinds

what if safari can't find the blinds

who am i

a pipeliners kid

life with out expectation

expectation is just our cowardly little attempts

to control life

with out

with out darkness

there is no light

everybody pays to play

Terri Sadler

i remember you

what i see

mostly a lot of male female stuff

not much of a man and woman situation

in the present time

with golden hair

with golden hair and eyes of green
such beauty i had never seen
yet from my gaze you quickly ran
i cannot look upon you man

for then i could not play this role
if i don't run you'll touch my soul
and wake me up from this deep sleep
i'll blush at first and then i'll weep

for it's hard to face the truth
that was abandoned in my youth
i fought well but they were many
of friendly faces  -  no not any

now it's safe  -  i do not feel
this final refuge you would steal
and bring me back again to life
take me for your loving wife

but that would bring the longing back
the freedom that my heart did lack
when i was young and tried to fight
the darkness here with my small light

but love died
and now i fear it greatly
to live again  -
i have thought of it lately

god it scares me
love is defenseless
war is so senseless
the violence is so hard to bear

i stood once alone
and for a while shone
they beat that out of me
cant't you see

i'm one of them now
please go away

please don't love me

don't make me remember
that final december
when i broke  -
and the pain went away

now i do what they say
no more price must i pay

i fought them
but finally lost

yes  -  my heart is now dark
you awakened some spark

but  -

damn you

you bastard

you reminded me of
who i once was

but she died

let her be

it hurts to feel


what a place to be

your there  -  how can i not see

that's just not my way

i hear what you say
but death is not what i embrace

you're still so alive
tho you valiantly strive
to repress all that
you meant to be

now you hate what i am
say you can't  -  but you can
i'll not die to make lies
be more easy

it was wrong from the start
you belong to your heart


damn

time and time again

time and time again
we face the dawn and know not when
the end of all this grief and pain
will come and wash the bloody stain

from this world that suffers greatly
and even more from events lately
killing never leads to peace
oh  -  will the violence never cease

peace will only come through kindness
vengeance only leads to blindness
the rage and pain we choose to feel
will never let the old wounds heal

until we learn to respect all others
until we see that all are brothers

everyone claims to be right
everyone claims to know what's right
so few question themselves
so much is wrong

mothers weep

mothers weep
we live like sheep
the hard is all we know

live for pride
the child do hide
and act is all we show

to live the truth
would save our youth
but that is long forgotten

the sands of time
are oh so fine
inside we're slowly rottin'

the gift of life is one for all
the wise man knows it so

yet in our greed and desperate need
it isn't love we show

our wants become our only guide
get it all  -  oh how we tried

yet in the end we all have sinned
from truth we learned to hide