There is only one story-
only one line-
only one singer-
only one who can fall-
only one who listen-
only one voice.

This Earth was our foundation;
It was here where I found you!
I can remember the flood of thoughts-
only a sickle to use
getting all the weeds out of the yard.
The plants were forced
into death with the cold season.
The sun outa-kilter
only global warming.
You cannot make a butterfly
out of a bee-
nor will the bee come from a fly.
the sun is outa-kilter-
it is you who plants
the seeds of deception.
Deal with the pain of the cold season-
there is light in the summertime.
The springtime only warns hope.
Fall-time allots for darkness-
the sun becomes outa-kilter.
What pressure can one hold
on the sun?
The sun has its own moves,
but watch it-
too much heat can burn you.
Do you want to get burned-
learn to love the sun that it bares.
Stop making the changes for him-
your changes only bear more problems-
it is the discredit to all
nature that surrounds him.
The moon will not change-
the sun will not change,
nor will mother earth make
her changes;
but I know the king
in Heaven rules these signs.
You will have to accept the
sun outa-kilter-
and is now free from the cold.

What is in my conscious
does not reflect my unconscious.
No matter the apology-
there is no fixing the dead point.
There were two points-
one proclaims suspicion-
the other does not no where to go.
There she is again
watching behind my back-
afraid that I will take him away.
What she does not know-
she is missing the point!

In this body
so *****
and wrenched-
I am enslaved-
I am enslaved
in the world of sin.
In this body
there is only
freedom and will
that can set me
free-
it is then
I will see
the path
of light where
I will no
longer be enslaved,
but free and
perfect, in love.