I’m fenced inside a cage again
Trapped in fear and isolation
Self-destructed my safety guide
Burned all the bridges to the outside
So now I rail against the bars
Resist, shrink back against old scars
I’m stuck, I realize now too late
I’m lost and hopeless in this fate
No – loss is losing those I love
Concern and care will rise above
The pit of greed, self-pity, fail
I will break free of this trapped jail
Four and twenty blackbirds
Sitting in a tree
Picked a peck of peppers
And took them all for free
You can talk to me til
You are blue in the face
But do not judge until you see
The tortoise win the race
The tortoise is the hero
The hare is the fool
In this tale but do not take
This as all life’s rule
The moral of the story
If you really care
Is do not judge another’s place
Unless you have been there
Let go, don’t hold so tight inside
Stop fighting change and the unknown
Don’t go back where you used to hide
Release the fear and worry stone
You will never be alone
Reject the voice of guilt and wrong
You don’t deserve to live in pain
Don’t let blame sit where you belong
Stand strong and walk against the grain
You won’t be helpless again
Step outside of patterns set
Push back the past’s influence here
Don’t live in guilt, shame, or regret
Reclaim the truth and hold it dear
You don’t have to live in fear
When stormy waves wash high about my boat
The breakers roar and peaceful channels flee
When hope departs but for the lowest note
He makes for me paths in the sea
When storm clouds rise with darkness all around
The sun is hid — the course I cannot see
Though faintest rays of help cannot be found
He make for me paths in the sea
You’re so bad, you’re so messed up
You live to manufacture pain
Your only wish is others’ hurt
To take their loss for your own gain
You lie in wait to pounce and steal
While hidden in the dark of lies
You strike to plunder and destroy
Another’s life your greatest prize
You have no shame or guilt at all
The world owes you for all you’ve lost
Others should hurt and suffer too
Revenge has a bottomless cost
Snow on the ground is there to stay
In piles or snowmen or snowplowed towers
For even days upon days of sunny skies
Do not melt what came down in a dozen hours
As the snow turns to ice, and ice to slush
There seems no way to make it rush
For the ocean-like blanket thrown all around
So slowly, so slowly seeps into the ground
So just, when it’s snowing, be ready to say
“Snow on the ground is there to stay”
