Oh, the village of the hill. sitting silently at will. like some prophecy forgotten by an age. with no guns before its gate. the mysterious estate. lies waiting for its history's dawning page. w
Martha in the morning, Oprah in the afternoon. Weddings in the garden, have a makeover too. Watching TV on a sick day, tell me what's it mean to you? They think I'm out of touch. But they don't kno
I was third Alton on the second row. Of the first Baptist Church choir. I was keeper of the minutes for the Tri Delts. In charge of the homecoming bonfire I was a straight 'A', straight laced. And
I'm not gonna lie or act like I'm that tough. There might be a tear in my eye when I watch that airplane liftin' up. I never was much for tellin' you how much you meant. But I need you to know you
I have found my calling. The mission's all too clear. The voice I hear inside me. Is louder than the fear I follow the bright lights. Into the dark nights. Chasin' after words and melodies We cou