The smells of frankincense and myrrh made holy the air...
As white flames with smoke veiled the deity...
The one priest with folded hands and bowed head...
Offered his obeisance to the one he had always thought of as his own... his one Lord God!

Far away in an unknown land...
Another man was counting the beads of his rosary...
Singing hymns in praise of the One...
His protector and nourisher... His one Almighty God!

Yet when night took over the day...And the two men prepared for slumber...
The universal One sang the same cosmic lullaby:
"My children under one roof...!"

Im no fan of streets
Its a crowded place to go
People trap in two parallel lines
All figuring out where to go

Most of them knows where
But Im new here
How do you walk alone?
In a valley of crowded people

Still searching for you
Maybe just the thought of you

Am I really happy?
Or it's just helping me...

hide what I really feel

i met the right person
at the wrong time

“She’s so beautiful!”
That’s what they said
But did they know the truth,
of that miserable broot
That of the hidden me,
that of her artificial beauty.

  “She’s so sweet!”
   That’s what they said
   But they even hear,
   her heart’s sorrow and fear
   That of her hidden heart,
   that of her gifted art.

“She’s so great!”
That what they said
But did they know her greatness,
of that creature full of loneliness
That of the hidden trust,
that of her heart full of mistrust.

You well up my eyes,
then you stream down my face
so this is why I need time;
this is why I need space.