ALL MY SONGS SOUND LIKE COUNTRY

V. Did you ever feel like this life's a dream?
That things never turn out to be how they seem
And you're sleep-walking your way
Through each and every day- alone.

V. Nobody seems to see the tears that you cry
And no one ever stops to ask you why
You seem so sad
Are things really that bad with you?

V. People passing by look like they're OK
Wish I could be like them -how'd I lose my way?
Though as hard as I try
To be brave I am crying again.

Ch. I need to find a place, a place that I can call my own
I really wish that I could, wish that I could find my way home.
Ye-ah find my way home
I wish that I could find my, really wish I'd find my way home.

V. All the sad songs I hear seem to say how I feel
I'm living in a daze and everything's just so unreal
I think that all the sadness
Is driving me to madness again.

V. I don't think that this pain is ever going to pass
Though my mind is so heavy, life just moves on so fast
How do I keep my head
When I can't get out of bed each day?

Ch. ...

CHOOSING MY CONFUSIONS

V. There's nothing I can do to make things better
Nothing I can say to make it right
I think it's what I chose- did I have a choice there?
Today is grey I gotta hope tomorrow's bright.

V. I've got a sinking feeling growing with each second
The world around me slowly fades to black
I wish I could just sink right to the bottom
& then there's no way in hell I'm coming back.

Ch. I get older day by day but each day's the same one
I get numberbit by bit but the pain is real.
Somehow I gotta choose, I'm at a cross-roads
I just pray that someday I'll learn not to feel.

V. Each time the telephone rings, my heart beats faster
But I'm OK if I just block out that sound
Then one day the postman rings the doorbell
And my defences once again come crashing down.

Ch. ...

COLOURS

He walked through the city.
Walked down its byelanes
It was a deep soul drain
And it was all grey.

He went to a tavern
And asked for some liquor
It just made him sicker
His face turned quite grey.

He stumbled out downtown
To look for a rest place
And then he saw her face
Her eyes shone bright grey.

The child smiled up at him
Her smile- a sweet pink one.
And the grass that she played on
Was green and not grey.

She gave him a blue stone
That he put in his pocket
It matched the one in his locket
Near his heart turning grey.

Then he walked on in search of
The next of his colours
Till he could find all the others
All his colours BUT grey.

SWEET SILENCE

Two white flowers
Too much beauty
In one snapshot
History captured

Painted pictures
Pain to lessen
The harder the blow
The softer the fall

Singing sweetly
Sinking deeper
Mouth wide open
The chasm smiles

Waving children
Waiting patient
They'll become
What we are now

Soul is thirsting
So long after
Was it worth it
Ever to feel?

Drowning gently
Drowsy, happy
The end has come
And peace at last.