Controlled masses myriads of millions
Must live in fragile partitioned pavilions...

From summer in Kentucky
To fall in Tennessee...

I'm not getting any younger
I realize that, heavy hearted...

To protect and to serve
you must have enough nerve...

Here is to all the broken hearted
The course of love seems so uncharted...

Can a mind think too much?
A heart beats to survive...

If the word of the Lord can be spoken by a sinner,
Yesterday's loser can become tomorrow's winner...

Knowing tomorrow's yesterday is not cliche
It is so much easier just to say today...

A blurred imagine
on the screen...

Back in my younger years
I recall the new girl...

You say the truth is a waste of time
And the truth is not worth a dime...

Lord thy mercy never seems to cease
Make me an instrument of thy peace...