One Shoe.

One shoe, one shoe
I've seen you around
You've lost your soul
Or at least,
It's just been worn right through
And now you only feel hard ground

What to do? What to do lost shoe?
I watch you searching
But is it I that's lost too?
- Just looking for different things
On common ground
We are,
But both sharing the need to be found

Indeed one shoe, one shoe
We're all borderline
On losing it, just like you
And though different kinds of losses
Contort many styles of confusion
Across many different faces
Still, behind all the questioning eyes and gazes
We're all just tied from the same kind of laces
Trying to keep it together...

But for whatever
Whatever reason, for you
They came untied
For you, one shoe
Now hopping back and forth
Looking for clues
For a way back
Back from this place you've wandered to
- Far off this beaten track
Searching frantically
For a hint of what you once knew
And for footprints that come in two's
Instead of the lonely one
Made by you, one shoe
And whose company
- The one thing you've found to keep
And share, over there
Surrounded by people trying not to stare

But we can see
And secretly we all know
The confusion
How it goes
And all the questioning...
How sometimes being one
Can leave you feeling like just half of two?
- Like one shoe.

On Display.

And for today
I felt free
Pinning pieces of my soul
On the wall
For the world to see.

Some will tear them up
Some won't bat an eye
But for those whom pause
And then look to the sky

- For them it was worth it all
Worth the try.

Little Drum.

And I have a little drum
I like to call my heart
And it's out of time
Whenever you're about

And so it seems
My tune has changed
Heartbeats have rearranged...

Stepping out of time with my own
And getting tangled up in yours
Can we run away together
And kick down the doors
To the world
On the other side of this coin...

I'll flip it
One, two, three
Heads they win,
Tails: we'll chase our own
Cos there's a magic I've found in you
That's home-grown

Stepping out of time with my own
And getting tangled up in yours
Can we run away together
And kick down the doors
To the world
That lies just over the hill...

I'll race you up there
One, two, three
Run! It's not too far
I bet the view is much wider
Than we ever imagined
And big as any sky we've stood under

And standing here
I'm sure
I want to explore
It all with you

One, two...
Three
Stepping out of time with my own
And getting tangled up in yours
Can we run away together
And kick down the doors
To the world
Inside the little drum
I like to call my heart
Cos it's all out of time
Which means it's time for a new start

Maybe with you
- A new beat
Care to keep it
With me?

Space for you.

I've made a space for you
Somewhere within this space
- The illusion that is me
- That helps give space to see
And feel

The joy I feel
When you share this space with me.

White Flags.

And I ask,
What can I do?
To bring peace for you?
I've watched the fight
Center stage in your eyes
The unfolding plight
Played out over a million days

Leaving you dazed,
Confused,
Lost.

And behind vacant eyes
Wages your battle internal
But don't think we can't hear your cries
From this distant land
Where none can hold your hand...

And so we wait,
Wait for the call
Wait for you to crawl
From the grips of your internal enemy
When will you let them go?
When will they set you free
From their control?
-These internal warriors you feed
Stay hungry for control
The more you hold onto what has been...

And so I ask again,
What can I do?
But all I can do is wait
Wait for your call
Wait for your soldiers to fall
Fall from your eyes
A place
Where we can hear first hand,
Your cries
And in turn, offer you our hands
To hold
Until you can find the man
The one holding the white flag
I know he lies somewhere wounded
But not yet broken,
From the battle internal.

Little Pilgrims.

They frame every gift you give
Off of your every word, they live
For you, they'd drive all night
Not a wink of sleep
...If only all this staying awake
Could keep you happy and safe

Little pilgrimages they have made
To keep you here
Little pilgrimages they hope
Will offer some up for you
If only we could get through
All your red tape

You are stuck
And we're sticking by you
But somehow the glue
That held you together
Somewhere along the line
Couldn't handle the weather
And I can see now
After all this rain
You'll never return
And how this knowledge burns

And burns

Still, they'll hang another frame
And call you all the same
...If it eases the pain
I can pass no blame...

Little pilgrims, they keep the faith
Even if yours is all lost
Little pilgrims, they'll love you
Despite your conditioning,
- They'll love you unconditionally

But every year, we always notice
How your chair stays oh so empty.

The Coloured Wing.

And love as I see it
Is, as a butterfly
- A coloured wing
Delicate and fleeting
- Painting hearts in warm hues
While softly landing...

And should it land on you
Don't try to catch it
- You will only crush it
And should it fly away
Don't try to chase it
- It cannot be caged

For just as love is free
So, should you,
Let it be
- Honour it, should it come your way
And if it's coloured wing
Should fly away
Let it go
And if it returns
Then it was meant to stay.

What's Left.

Mind,
No longer do I
Watch the time
No longer does it
Matter one bit
In the great scheme
Of things
I don't need
They're all make believe
The only thing real
And tangible
Left at the end
Will be the hands I have held
And the love I've shared
With those
For whom I've always cared
And dared
To show my heart.

Choose Your Focus.

You can choose
Choose your focus
Adjust your eyes to see
More clearly
What is good

...And keep it there
Hold your focus
On what is true

Let the phony, the superficial
The insignificant
Fade, in it's significance
- Blur to the edges

Focusing only on the center
Line it up
Align your vision
Take your shot
While acknowledging your blind spots

Because at the core of creation
Life is magnificent

So take your own picture
But make your life richer
By capturing the moments
With those you hold close
Collect them as you go
And at the end
They'll complete the set
My friend,
That was your life

And if you chose your focus well
And stayed true to yourself
You will look back
And see clearly
What was true.
What was good.

Checked Out.

Asleep at the check-in
They were
Sleeping like babies
In the morning they'll be
Airborne with wings...

But for now
They dream of earthly things
Of homes and escapes

But I can't shut my eyes
Though my head is heavy
From many goodbyes
I just can't shut my eyes...

But if I don't
How will I see tomorrow?
Tomorrow, where the sun grows
As the night dies
...I must sleep
So I can see the world
With fresh eyes

Asleep at the check-in
But everyone's checked out.