Many Nights November 30, 2006 Countless shoes, and countless feet Countless people walk the street Many days, and many nights Many lives beneath the lights Come what may, and meet what come Times that pass, and said and done All the years, and all the smiles Some with tears, through many miles All the songs, and so much more Will be remembered come love or war So much change, and so much life So much risk, in so much strife Such great dreams, and such ideals Such visions the truth reveals Come what may, and meet what come Times that pass, and said and done All the years, and all the smiles Some with tears, through many miles All the songs, and so much more Will be remembered come love or war Sweet and bitter, Good and painful, Change and endings Are remembered People, places Feelings, faces Passing by us Tears regardless All the years, and all the smiles Some with tears, through many miles All the songs, and so much more Will be remembered come love or war Stranger A stranger friend A stranger find A stranger dream A stranger mind Lost but never losing Lost but always knowing Always quick and slow to answer Always sharp and thorough in measure Never bold but never shy Never smile but never cry Not when strangers see Not alone, not free Free to feel or live at all Free to sleep or sing or call My stranger friend Such a strange find Such a strange dream Such a strange mind This Stranger-friend of mine Songbird Silence January 30, 2007 Confusion has you Don't you see it, pretty bird? Fear pins down your wings like ice Don't you feel the weight, little bird? My singer of songs, my little friend You seem never to notice How the lives you carry burden you Like a shepherd you guard your flock Though surely even shoulders so strong Must break You give until you're cold And even then go on When you have nothing left and begin to fall I'd sing to you, songbird I'd sing you back to health and hope I'd sing to you if my lips were not sealed Fear confines me to silence Fear has me, pretty bird I fail by default In fear I fail, little bird My singer of sorrow and despair You seem never to notice That although I have troubles of my own I'd love to carry yours Though surely my own shoulders are bowed