"Words scribbled on the underside of an old envelope
becoming everything inside.
Ink spilled on paper, but in a deeper sense,
several sentences blurred by tears
represented more sentiment,
more that was meaningful and real,
then the years that led to this crossroads.

I heard the door close-
not slamming, but slinking shut
in an unfortunate and unhappy desire to be undetected,
as if secrecy could lesson the pain.

Sometimes our lives descend, insnared
as storms upon the soul
and rains may strike dividing
to sever what was whole
but though your limbs feel torn and twisted
and your memories turn cold
take heart, for I am with you still
and will catch you should you fall
Eyes to Heaven
Lost and searching for the truth
The words to mend your broken heart
can only come from you
Eyes to Heaven
building secrets from your pain
a virtue lost in innocence
is lost here all the same

a beautiful dreamer locked in reticence
in a tower of your soul
what lies so deep and undisturbed
fears torment in the world
lightning flashes warning
to whispers in the rain
the fire climbing upwards
your fortress lies in flame
just pray you do the right thing
Eyes to Heaven
Lost and searching for the truth
The words to mend your broken heart
can only come from you
Eyes to Heaven
building secrets from your pain
in prayers to end the suffering
heard by a soldier's saint.
Eyes to Heaven
Lost and searching for the truth
I am lost, and I'm falling

Just pray you do the right thing"