The beautious wonder of a lie
How can I speak of it
To have your credibility resting on one small word or sentence
Your world, your life resting on a precarious perch
That one masterfully crafted phrase
In a small ammount of time it can bring you joy or destroy you
In a small ammount of time you could gain fame or infamy
I am a lier
So are you
Our lies link us
Our lies divide us
We are the same in that we lie
Some are just better than others
We find ourselves at the rising tide of machinery and the setting sun of god
And when we see that day is done no longer will we trod
We will fly and zoom and twirl on machinery galore
Until we will no longer see grass or forest floor
No longer to return to nature when the old ones die
Mechanization will be our salvation this is the government’s cry
And when the day of earth’s demise finaly comes at last
To its destruction we can only look to our irresponsible past
Across that great gory battleground
through row and field and wood
while friends were sleeping safe and sound
in tents where Duren stood
a path we had to follow
with the mighty first
to deutschland where we would swallow
the stronget and the worst
of what we saw
and what we did
those days of ’45
when we were only soldiers
trying to stay alive
Rain makes me happy while others hang their heads
Rain makes me smile when to others it brings dread
When hearing thunder rolling my face begins to grin
I love to see the lighting and the trees blow in the wind
Annie McGee has problems
They come to her from walls
You see Annie McGee’s problems are not really there at all
Annie see what no one does
Annie hears the whispers
Annie likes to tell everyone about her 2 and 1/2 sisters
She tells of giant dragons
She tells of large lagoons
She even told me once how her maid was a baboon
Everyone tells Annie
She mustn’t tell lies
Poor little Annie can only sit and cry
But one day little Annie
Will find an answer yet
Though she may have to travel far and even to Tibet
To solve the many problems
Her mind has faced her with
Even though its plain to see that she has lost her wit
I lie in terror
of what passes by
storms across my window
and through the august sky
lives are being broken
tears are being shed
for mother nature’s terrible wrath
while I am safe in bed
and while I lie I wonder
will the roof hold on
or will it tear from the walls and shatter on the lawn
and let the wind come into bed and carry me along
but for now I will just lie here
and wonder all night through
of storms across my window
and what they will do
I see the sun begin to fall
Tendrils of frost forming on the window
Curl up into a ball
Hibernation sets me into coma state
Dark cold pulls at the edges of my sanctuary
Silent fight against hypothermic tendancies
Sun starts to peek out of the mist
Feel warm fingers start to creep into my skin
Eyes open wide with the warmth of new day
The river flows past my new life
The river flows near the old one
The river bears new sons and daughters
To those of my river friends
And also to my people
Who have not seen where the river ends
For the river keeps on flowing until it leaves the land
And travels on forever
Longer than my people cry
The sun rises early but I didnt see
The day grows old before I know
And now comes the time when we all must sleep
The sun sets the mood with its dying glow
She looks to me with eyes wide and shut
Nothing she sees yet she asks me for help
In the darkness she lives though the world is bright and sunny
She would open her eyes but she cant in fear
There exists in her heart a place which is empty
It was torn from her chest many years ago
She still can feel the pain where its empty
She says from that place pain will never go
And in her final hours she comes to me in darkness
She comes to tell me softly of all that we have done
She comes to tell her stories of days long past and gone
She comes to me with eyes wide and shut
She leaves me with eyes open anew
