Into this place I pull away, maybe for just a few...
To sit with my thoughts and figure it out...

Pulling at my heart strings tugging at my mind...
looking through cracked mirrors hanging on the...

Running faster ever far
chasing after the north star...

A blank page in a diary is all that I see. to fill...
I wish that someone else would get a clue...

Please Father
let my eyes see...

Won't you come sit with me
beneath this prayer tree...

Reaching deep within my soul
cautiously I feel a pull...

The dew is on the trees
the wind is in the grass...

And to one love might seem an illusive thing to...
and to fly with outstretched wings upon the clouds...

If I died tomorrow would you really cry
and if I really wanted it would you hand me the...

Thoughts as endless as the sky,
blown like clouds, they pass me by...

Sitting in this peaceful stability
searching for true humility...