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”
I see you walking off into the sunset
And I’m standing here alone
I see webs woven around you
While I sit apart on a stone
I see your ships all coming in
But mine is lost at sea
I see your doors open and close behind you
While I can’t even find my key
I know the facts are what is real
And don’t always match how I feel
I know how tempting things can look
The flashy cover on a book
I know that trust means stepping back
And praying I’m on the right track
I know there is a master plan
And I just take each step I can
Fine spider web cracks
Bending without breaking
Rough diamond chips
Standing without shaking
Fully broken pieces
Glued to even stronger
Worn and weathered edges
Lasting even longer
Healing and forgiveness
Held between each line
Promise, love, connection
These imperfections fine
What do words mean? Tell me without words
They’re mere vibrations lost in the air
A finite selection of sounds and pauses
Only make sense if a listener is there
The speaker thinks this, says that, this way
The hearer gets half and imagines more
Memory selectively picks, stores, recalls
Words lost or altered while feelings endure
Words everywhere, all the time, drowning in words
In one place harmless and another place betray
Speak your own ruin before you can stop it
Til you find yourself tied up with no words to say
What enormous power in words can be had
For they can work great good or unending bad
