A dreary night,
It's full of dread...

Emerald is a woman of fine stock,
With finesse, style, and nerves as solid as a...

1st verse:
It was a late, stormy night, and our situation was...

What would I wish for, if a genie popped out of...
What would I want, if given a choice...

Miles and miles have driven us apart,
And I have had half a dozen new starts...

He was a good man, that had bad luck,
Never learned a trade, rarely made a buck...

God's paintbrush has swept the landscape
With colors of ochre, sienna, and brown...

There isn't a cure,
No, there sure as hell isn't a remedy...

She sits in her solemnity,
On a wooden bench that has held the burden of a...

The garden is all she cared for,
Out there every day weeding away...

I begin a word to them, in my head and heart,
And my fear of them, is obvious from the start...

Meandering along a path of dust,
Thinking of life's opportunity...