When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss.
In the mother's arms, we put our trust.
But as we grew, we looked and craved,
and all too soon became enslaved.
The more we saw, the more we wanted.
Our quest for more became undaunted.
Our thirst for more could not be quenched.
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched.
We scampered and gathered and gathered to hoard.
Possessions became our master and lord.
And when we're old with our treasures all heaped,
a sad example of what greed has reaped.
Our fists still clenched in a grasping motion,
till at our death, when our hands are opened.
Road To Nowhere
I like to blaze new trails
This Is Your Time
This is your time
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
Keep On Smiling
As you travel on life's way
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Enjoy Life!
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
The Perfect Little Town
The little town was the perfect little town,
While You Weren't Here
While you weren't here
Brighter Skies
If you awake to one more dreary day,
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
