It was Sunday morning

And the day was bright with son

Church and chapel

Peal the bells of one

And I wonder just what good and bad

In my life I have done

So you see me on a road to dead

You pass my soul

In truth we are wed

A couple of dreamers

Enough has been said

I have tasted the water of dream that is cold as life

I have slept with an angel

Yet she is not my wife

We walk the edges of  faith like a knife

A rest in believing as sin is wild and free

Like the will of deceiving

Some day I will be

On a road of grieving

You for you and me for me

Though I walk the shadow still in man I see hope, love hangs as the balance of hate, eyes cast in sorrow, I pick up my rock hoping to end the torture, mark my soul with my own sin, try to end the tragic existence called man, cross on a hill, wall that cries blood, drops of rain a new soul born, wash me clean in promise dreams, let me part a sea of dreams, Though I walk the shadow still in man I see hope, love hangs as the balance of hate, eyes cast in sorrow, I pick up my rock hoping to end the torture, mark my soul with my own sin, try to end the tragic existence called man, cross on a hill, wall that cries blood, drops of rain a new soul born, wash me clean in promise dreams, let me part a sea of dreams,

Tribute to the person

Each wish common theme

Little pages gilded in gold

Restitution life some is sold

shifting sands never grow old

like the fingers to heaven

simple bow head

and hands I do fold

In the quiet of forever do we live or do we die

In hope and understanding does he smile or does he cry

Oh mother of life time

Who and what am I