Thomas Dooley

I wake up the same way every day
Get out of bed one foot at a time
Even when some times I want to stay
Got those morning pain I know I am alive
...

A word to grow
A seed in the soul

Hold to a phrase
...

Ledged's rumor puts shame to my name
As the Kingsmen sing it every day
They still get paid it only fades with age
...

Lost my dream when you looked me in the eyes
In you I thought I found a new dream, it was just a lie
Truth to a lifetime now the choices was mine
...

I sit down in my own peace
Focused on a light that only I can see
Because it is what is inside of me
...

The sun goes down; the night has come
Wondering where will my sleep come from
It won't be from bedtime stories or loving kiss on the forehead
...

How many lifetimes you passed me by
Never will you look me in the eye
This reincarnation changed my life
...

Looking to the future, looking to the past
Putting out the flames of ignorance
Is the tragedy that we have
...

A generational recipe of telling our history
Salt and seasonings bring flavor to the stories.
The vinegar brings a tartness to the bitterness of truth.
...

Don't judge me with your bitterness.
Don't care how you dress.
To me, it doesn't matter who you kiss.
...

Out from under the shadow of a never-ending ego
The light of respect in the distance can be seen
The voice of optimism is no longer a dream
Hear the echoing sounds on the streets
...

Thoughts that are not my own
An inheritance for the soul
This made me feel all alone
...

Looking to the sky of a new day in all its light
Surviving the challenges of the night into a new dawn, we will find
Peace in society, love in community, freedom in the mind
...

The light seems so different here, breaking through the square pains of the window
Its morning yellow rays lay heavy on the welcome table
Illuminate the streams of smoke from the cigarette in Baldwins fingers
...

Can the heart
Read the mind of a lonely stranger
Can the heart
Feel the pain of a lonely stranger
...

Trying to find inspiration in life
There is a choice in knowing wrong from right
Taking pride in the words that I write
...

Has moral ground become sand and dust
We can't count on the things we once trust

No integrity in a lie when it is the truth you hide
...

I can't lie what I am feeling inside
I would hide the words that I write
Some time embarrassed I could die
...

You struggle with choices but you dance through the day
Reveling your change but your beauty remains the same
With the many barriers on your path, you still make your way
...

There is more then what you see
More than what you are told to believe
You can't have what you already own
...