Hand down the bottle,
To the one they call the soul...

Leaves brush upon the bark,
as the blue jays sing in melody...

Here's to the years,
The days full of tears...

Said the sun down to the people,
Redemption shall rise in a white-washed steeple...

Let the stones be thrown at daybreak,
To crack the darkened sky...

Soul spoken words of bliss
Are shadowed by emotion...

Belligerent thoughts cry out,
In pain of joyous victory...

From ashes of angels
Rise men of great valor...

Simply dreaming,
Moonlight teeming...

Leaving footprints in my eyes,
She walks upon the rivers that flow...

Listen to the sound of fall
For far to many ignore its call...

The wind blows westward...
Simply sitting and staring...