I have my own style
its pretty simple...

I have wandered and lost my flock
without desire or want, I departed...

We all have dreams
We all have passions...

In this life, I can see my end zone
I see my home plate, my goal...

As I sit here alone at the bar
I wonder what paths may come...

Comments are welcome
Oh what have we become...

Rescue me
From being alone in the night...

Day after day
I dream of life...

Stephanie must be a meanie
if she thinks men could do better...

Long long ago, I felt the warmth
The warmth of youth, life, and love...

In this world places change,
rivers erode the shore...

You know each time I saw you
You were dating an unworthy soul...