Would you walk with me
Down all life dreary roads?

Would you listen to me
Down all my mental rabbit holes?

Would you hold me
Through the dark nights?

Would you kiss me
Though I may be as stupid as can be?

Would you?
Oh please don’t lie
Tell me the truth!

I’ve been played before
I’ve been drug out the door
I’ve been thrown in the mud
I’ve been through the flood

So please don’t take me there again
For I have already been
And I don’t want to take you there
For I am sure you’ve had your share

So darlin would you?
Oh darlin could you?
Just let me know!
Don’t let this all be for show!

Passion fills, in some it kills and in others it heals
But it all depends on what your passion deals with.

Woke up this morning without you
How could I have been such a fool
Your hands are holding another
Your lip another does smother
But what shall I do without you?

Write about your feelings
Write about your dealings
Write about your emotions
Write about your notions
Write about anything you want
Write about what does haunt
Write about your life
Write about your strife
Write about your happy times
Write about it all in rhymes

Dear God holy you are
And surpass me by far
Your thoughts I could never understand
But one day I shall see you in glory land
Where I shell utter praises evermore
For you are not some made up folklore
You are the King of Kings
And on you rests my whole being
My words to fall short
Of giving a report
Of your greatness and might
Of which I now do write
For though I now compose
Feeble words to up lift he that arose
One day I shall sing
Praises for eternity to the king
But for now I shall be content
To write my words
And worship you with the birds
And point to you
The only God that’s true
Praise be to your name
None other is the same
I close with this
Though your glories I could ever list
That you are ever great
But you came to earth and set your own fate
To face the cross
And to suffer loss
To save me from they wrath
And to set me on a new path
All for your glory
For this is all your story
Praise to the maker of men
Amen

Time is short
And is not the sort
To be found
Wandering around
Rather he walks with his wife
Her name is life
And if you blink to slow
Right by you they’ll go

I tried to help when I heard a cry
But when I tried fly
I tuned and saw those I want to save from the attack
Were the ones holding me back