You are the morning, and to me, the evening star,
You are a burning ember, but illumination from...

1st Verse:
A little boy lies awake in his bed...

First Verse:
Sitting here watching you, knowing there's nothing...

1st Verse:
He tried to be a man...

I know I hurt you; and all the pain I put you...
in my drinking days...

Verse one:
I know it ain't an easy thing...

Walking in the pasture, low and dark,
I hear the sound of meadowlark...

The wind is so warm, as if it was an August day,
Instead of wearing coats, the children are in...

It has come full-circle,
We made it around an entire cycle...

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

The cold moves in again,
Quite a forlorn embrace of dread...

Justice is blind,
It has been raped...