Slow Traveler

This highway is dark,

I'm scared as hell,

All the bends are blind,

Cardboard sign says, "Help"

I'm a hitch hiker,

Just my thumb and feet,

Please take me home,

I beg for your back seat

I'm a highway tripper,

Not a highway man,

I've got my worn-out Bible,

And questions in my head

I used to be the driver,

But I ran out if fuel,

Now I'm a slow traveler,

Just waiting for you

Darkened Son

Mighty Michael flying high
I need some help today,
I'm falling,

The morning star is calling me
I see his eyes they glow
Like the sun,

Oh Michael please help me,

Tell me which way to run,

I've seemed to have lost my way,

Under the darkened son,

Mighty Michael flying high
the stars are shooting down
like rain,

The morning star is changing me
his words they seem to sooth
my soul,

The light I once loved turns grey,

The Warmth in my chest, a cold winters day,

Michael I've lost my way,

I gnash my teeth and wail,

My legs could not outrun,

The Dragon's mighty tail.

Sahar

the miles underneath my feet they don't mean a thing, to me

they built a wall straight through my home I'll climb underneath, for you

in my dreams over olive trees,

bullets turn to doves with songs of peace

with songs of love

their bullets flying over me, the flames in my chest beg me "run" 
for centuries this holy land, raped and ravished through, i weep

their guns are waving in my face, they tell me if i come or if i go,

as I stare into his eyes, I know you've helped me come, to love...my enemies

Dentuso

In my dreams they dance,
my old  body rests,

the boy's faith is strong,

in my old arms,

move Hands, legs please hold,

head last for me don't get fogged,

back please don't give on me,

I wish the Boy were here to see

war waged on the blue,

my hands refuse
to let you down to your home,

when loneliness clouds my mind,

I see the birds fly by,

the sea she's my only friend

the devils are rushing in,

they circle round,

they've come to take you away,

My body's too old,

I swear they know,

That I will lose this war

Sip

drive these familiar roads,

and I'm tuning in,

seems that the radio,

knows where I've been

I never address this feeling,

I just put it all away,

and cling to my false hope,

that it'll be the same again someday

cause this well has run dry,

pulling up empty pales of promise,

swimming in a desert of cement,

and all I need is a sip

my father's body's aching,

mothers hope is shaking,

I seem to be running,
from everything I once believed

in this place of love,

I manage to feel alone,

this is the place where I grew up,

but it's not longer home

my lips are cracked and dry,

they thirst for so much more,

I need a place where I,

can drink and thirst no more