Jack Smith

New york, New york
the life I spent; the love I learned
I did warm you,
you did embrace me
...

Sometimes when are you busy with life,
busy preoccupied with today and its cares,
does not something or someone you see,
just hit you square in the eye,
...

A song full of Love,

a prayer full of Hope,
...

can dreams define a person?
can they tell you a story about him?
can they bare his soul and lay it open?
show what it's like to be the man he is?
...

Tried to soar into the skies on my own today
found myself wanting for I crashed and burnt
thought that I could take on the stars myself
He gently whispered that it takes two
...

As I trudge through the pages of my life
I pass through faces, cold and hurt,
and glance at places, old and empty,
life, it seems, is more like an endless winter of loneliness
...

Who are you, Lord? ? ?
won't you reveal more of thyself to me...

for am just a mortal, caught up within myself;
...

living... I am living my life right now..
or am I?

screaming... I am screaming my thoughts inside me..
...

New York City cried for us yesterday,
And I got drenched in her tears.
When my glasses got blurred by the water,
I removed them and wiped off the raindrops,
...

am on the road again
heading where? god knows where
does it matter where I land?
or does it matter how I get there?
...

want to live the way I love to
want to soar into the skies
like to color the clouds with my smile
...

Dreams, are they meant to be?
my thoughts question me

I sit and ponder;
...

I come again before Thy presence, Lord
Just as I am, weak and frail
Your grace and peace uphold my soul
your mercy ever at my right hand
...

dark shadows cast thier gloom,
morning twilight beginning to fade
he runs to reason, he rhymes through life
fiddler, fiddler play him a tune
...

awake from slumber, rises he to the fore
piercing eyes question the world
what did the bird do? who wiped the smile away?
fury trembles, tears dry, fists clench
...

Thy love, mine soul's haunting mystery to keep
that Thee, the Life, shoudst bleed on the tree
Here I stand the prodigal guilty, beholding
the serene look on Thy scarred visage
...

I walk me through the pages of life,
and I face questions, doubts and fears along the way
questions of you, questions of who, questions of how
the narrow is the hardest to tread, as I've seen
...

I am just another human, you know
I still have my struggles, I still stumble at times
Who told you that I was perfect?
The road that I tread is long and hard
...

glistening moonlight shines through the branches
his soft steps betray the silence of the hour
walking towards the mirage, hoping for a vision
...

Thy love, mine soul's haunting mystery to keep
that Thee, the Life, shoudst bleed on the tree
Here I stand the prodigal guilty, beholding
the serene look on Thy scarred visage
...