Dark is the night, as light is the day
I spend half my life turning away...

First there is unrest in the air
The turbulence rises there...

The tears I've cried have cleared my eyes
I can see past the sorrow of the lies...

Mended hearts are sewn
while seeds are sown...

Tormented words written in ink
God will give them blood to drink...

I have never seen a homeless
person under a steeple...

When the truth is not perceived
The evil devil is relieved...

Into the court he came with an honorable strut
He ask for the truth, the whole truth, and noting...

Somewhere between fact and innuendo
there's usually a shaded window...

If you don’t know the most important words...
May I give you a gentle reminder, a subtle hint...

Theo-therapy from Puerto Rico
to happy memories of my Chico...

Suppose I were to say New Zealand
stored energy like a rubber band...