America, freedom in a cage,
feel it dying in fear and rage...

Black bone trees shiver
emptiness blows on the wind...

Awake in the night
reaching out for you...

I don't think
i'll ever get over...

When it all turns gray
and you search in vain...

I have my heart from when a child,
I keep it on a shelf...

PROVERB VIII
There are...

Lost on the courts,
you flogged the dark horse...

Where does the March wind go
when it runs out of breath...

Wasted wanderings, pointless ponderings,
washed out dream launderings...

\'What you are witnessing is real.....
transmits up to 3000 feet...

Free flow
memories lingering...