A whisper is nothing but a few muddled words of...
to a passion kept in secret hidden from sight...

What dreams come when we shuffle off this mortal...
What images haunt our mind while we lie beneath...

At my birth I sit alone in a hand,
not knowing what or where is this land...

Another door, another face,
just another number in the race...

A century is a long time to be alive,
especially when others die, I survive...

Ten To One
Ten men walk to an uncertain end...

For I have seen what is to be,
and I shun to see the beast set free...

I am by birth ever exploring for what is real,
for it is my driving goal my constant thrill...

I gaze but I cannot see,
I have no bars yet I am not free...

I pull you close to me,
so that my passion for you shall be set free...

I pull you close to me,
so that my passion for you shall be set free...

Never Ending Gift
A service I learned long ago...