pink is the color of my hand
purple is the color of my land
poppies in my head
when the devil calls my name
...
Another dropp in time
another voice worn thin
my soul is trapped
wothin my head
...
DRUMs;
keep me movin,
keep me dancin,
keep me spinnin;
...
Bright stars in the air,
clustered things all around me,
arranged around me here and there,
arranged like a soul, free.
...
Will you run with me?
To the land we call home,
and live in peace amung the wilderness,
with flowers in your hair,
...
Who Cares
Who Cares
Who cares about the wind that blows
the tide that flows
...
Colors, meshed and smirred in form,
only as free as one's mind.
Closing her eyes is a world unknown,
but rarely ever unkind.
...
The man looks into the blue eyes of the lion,
and sees a sincerity there once was.
Looks back at the horizon and
wonders why the sun never sets.
...