Watch my friends
you shall see...

We often think of worth in stacks of money
also we think of sweet, in combs of honey...

Passions burning,
the world's turning...

Religion is not intrinsically good or evil
yet the stars do not decide our path...

My mind wanders
as my lonely heart...

In the United States there is a town called New...
near where some hemp is grown not just for rope...

I am now searching for a season in times
where rhythm never seems to miss a beat...

I promise to stand behind you when you are ahead
though I know there are many things left best...

Please watch your tongue,
bad words, poor taste...

Remembering last thanksgiving
and all to be thankful for...

Religion is a paradox
when all are not that orthodox...

Down for the count, but I will get back up again
for my love for pride is my greatest sin...