The Raven Flies

The raven is with me
And on the wind we ride
Some days I can see him
But on others he might hide
But I hear him calling
Reminding me we are free
And when I'm lonely and falling
I hear him calling from his tree

My Heart

My heart is many colors
My heart has many lines
My heart is so very simple
But yet so hard to define

My heart was made with love
That was so innocent and true
With fingers that colored in the red
Erasing all the blue

If you wonder what heart is mine
It's as simple as can be told
My heart is colored with loving red
Incased in brilliant bands of gold

 Hello

It's All About The Ride

And The Smiles Along The Way

Cold wind blows a lonely sail boat,

Little tiny Tina buttons up her overcoat.

Maybe she’ll come, Maybe she wont,

As the wind still blows the lonely sail boat.

White water waves washing on the shore,

Little tiny Tina is standing there no more.

Maybe she’ll come, Maybe she wont,

As the wind still blows the lonely sail boat.