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Who Gives The Crowns Today it has come, the end of your line. Burned all your days down, turned to smoke all your time. You’ve left us a long trail of love-I hope your children will follow behind Brought Faith like a Stone, it doesn’t shake-I hope its stays when in blows the night What Will We Remember, The Laughter and Grief With Strings on our Fingers With Stones from the Ground With Books full of Pictures With Ghosts of the Good Times that Linger Around Chorus: What We Will Remember, It Doesn’t Matter Cause G-d Gives the Crowns No Matter How the Ravens Steal Good Seeds from Their Ground Today it has come, for the final drive Knock on the door, after this morning/mourning it won’t open twice You’ve Left us some Rumors, Inuendos to find Girl They’ll say You were Crazy, They’ll say You were Wild They’ll never know You How you ran a Good Race, How You Gave it a Helluva of Fight Or How You did your Best With the Thorns in your Side Wha

Calling Me Home  I’ve been so long without my Gravity I was afraid to Fly Anymore I didn’t want to be Grounded I was afraid to spread my wings but not Return Chorus: But even when it’s apparent to the World That this boy’s Anchor is long Gone You’ve never left me to Float You’ve never left me to Float You’ve always gently called me Home - Even when I drifted off into the Darkness And the Lighthouse was just in my past and too far Off Even when I lingered on the edge of Reality You sent a Signal that sounded like our Song You’ve always gently called me Home - I was known to fade out into the Cold Wander off into the Night Get Lost inside my Troubled Mind Release the Feathers of my Thoughts Float past the Stars where Dreamers are known to get Lost Chorus: But even when it’s apparent to the World That this boy’s Anchor is long Gone You’ve never left me to Float You’ve never left me to Float You’ve always gently called me Home -

No More Stones I’ve walked this Road With no one by my Side I’ve walked this Road With no one in Front and no one Behind -All I’ve collected in my Years is these Stones Stones I’ve Dodged became Stones I’ve Thrown Years of getting Stones on this Road paved with Sadness then Madness Years of getting Stones when I begged for Bread from Hearts that should have tended Mine Chorus: But Yahweh I’ve never walked this Road Alone Cause You wanted to pave it Clear with Gold Cause of the Choices I have Made All I’ve ever walked is Dirty and Broken But this whole Time I should have Known You were always by my Side How my World would have Changed If I had called upon Your Name If I had called upon Your Name Today I am Asking For a Life of No More Stones -All I’ve known despite my friendly Smile Alone I’ve caused cause all I’ve known is Fight or Flight Years of getting Alone with the Monsters under my Bed in the Night Years of getting Alone when I

Yahweh You Remain Waiting by the Phone Perhaps it will tell me that I am still Alive? Staring at a Screen Possibly it will let this weary Heart have Hope Again? Even if she Goes Even if better if she Stays It won’t be my first Day without the Sun It won’t be my first Walk all through the Rain It won’t be my first Dinner across from an Empty Chair It won’t be my last Dance on my Kitchen Floor just holding Air But even if she Goes But even better is she Stays Yahweh you Remain Yahweh you Remain Waiting by this Hospital Room Perhaps it will tell me that I one more Day to Smile? Hoping that once again this Green Line will Beep Possibly it will let this weary Heart have another night of weary Sleep? Even if she Goes Even if better if she Stays It won’t be my first Day without the Sun It won’t be my first Walk all through the Rain It won’t be my first Dinner across from an Empty Chair It won’t be my last Dance on my Kitchen Floor just holdi

Postcard for the Weary World Three a.m. and Once Again Someone’s been Shot More Children Abandoned A Woman Robbed of Innocence Or a Husband’s Family Lost The World It Turns, By Tomorrow They’ll Be Forgot Just Reminds Me That I’m So Small Trying to Turn This World from the Path it is On Or Get My Own Foot Off the Gas and Make a Turn He's Here From The Fading Hold on Frazzled Ropes From The Secret Rooms of Broken Homes From the Plans to Save Our Skins and Souls From Maps We Draw For Our Own Way Home From Sudden Stops, The Dead End Roads When We've Lost His Way Again My Strength For Hanging On And Reasons For Trying At All Are Wearing Thin And Drawing to and End The Rope is Frayed and All the Silver Lining Gone I Hear a Knocking on My Bolted Door And He Appears Gentle Nail Scarred Hands yet Burning Eyes Without Fear Wraps Me In His Carpenter’s Arms And Shows Me Somewhere Beautiful Seems So Far From Here But it’s the Sam