Thirteen

I'm just a poor boy, sailing the sea.
I stand on the boat and hear the wood creak under me.
Lost the war on terror, we still bleed.
I dream of Golden Soil, and the Land of The Free.

Spent 40 days and 40 nights,
Putting out strength to the sea, and all it's might.
Often times I'd cry from my sight.
My sister is gone now, I hope she's alright. 
Alright...
Alright...
Alright...

In my dreams I see the land appear.
Seems to get nearer and nearer, with every tear.
See white light and hope, coming out way.
"You must turn back now." they speak, "You cannot stay"
"Cannot stay"...
"Cannot stay"...
"Cannot stay"...

They read it on the news, aired it on T.V.
60 souls been lost, to the sea
I can't help but wonder, how it could have been.
A boy among them, he, was only thirteen.
Thirteen...
Thirteen...
Thirteen...


Truth

You've come to me again.
This time all alone.
You've bared all your flesh.
And come to my home.

Time will fuse, our minds,
time will fuse, our hearts, 
Time will show us the inconceivable strain, 
Of this world, and all its disarray. 

Fight, fight it up again
Show me all you hate about this world.
Fight it back again, fight it back again.
Write, write it up again, 
Show me all you know and give me Truth.
Write it up again, write it up again. 

Time will fuse, our minds,
time will fuse, our hearts, 
Time will show us the inconceivable strain, 
Of this world, and all its disarray. 
Oh…


Hole

I have stumbled on a hole, 
that nobody can patch.
I have learned to love the cold,
that sends forth with its breath.
It is deep and so sincere,
it speaks to me of rest.
I step in and disappear, 
into its rumbling breath.

I stay in there for so long, 
it feels that I have aged,
A thousand years a thousand songs
Too able to reflect. 
Now I'm sitting on an edge,
That nobody can see.
And there is no spider web,
That's going to save me. 
That's going to save me...

It has shown me the design,
Of which I could not name.
Choose I must now to resign,
From that loathsome game. 
I want no part in that play,
No costume line or role, 
I would rather slip away,
Into my darkened hole.
Into my darkened hole...
Into my darkened hole...
Into my darkened hole...

I have stumbled on a hole, 
that nobody can patch.
I have learned to love the cold,
that sends forth with its breath.
It is deep and so sincere,
it speaks to me of rest.
I step in and disappear, 
into its rumbling breath.

 


Jacket Pocket

I am a poor boy,
I sing for my living.
I walk these streets all quiet,
With my hopes in my jacket pocket. 

I hate the city.
The noises they confuse me.
One day I'll find my country,
And put away my jacket 'so long',

Does anybody hear me?
I'll sing for a penny.
Just one coin will do me,
And I'll walk, with my jacket heavy 

I don't think God has found me.
Don't think Jesus knows me.
All they've ever given me, 
Is this jacket, with its pockets so full now.

Oh...

I once knew a woman.
She showed me through her garden.
She cut me a red carnation,
To put, in my jacket pocket.

Now my voice is booming'.
The flower is still blooming'.
The rain it is pouring,
And I'm glad for my heavy jacket now. 

Oh...

I am a poor boy.
I sing for my living.
I walk these streets all quiet,
With my hopes in my jacket pocket.