No Warrior

He washes a plate and a frying pan
he washes a fork and knife
he washes his face, he washes his hands
and settles down for the night
trying to get his head around
the bad news of the day
mind blown by the numbers
of people who need him to pray
and how with a snap of God’s fingers
so many things are shattered
and for each of us at a given time
there is just one life that matters.

He never felt like a warrior
not qualified for the task
but they must really need it
or they wouldn’t ask
So as he lays him down to sleep
he prays the Lord their souls to keep
it may seem too simple
but it’s the bottom line
I’ll pray for yours
you can pray for mine

Keep Holding On

In a state of disrepair
might be easier to demolish
but a nail here, a nail there
a little spit and polish
won’t ever be as good as new
but better than being gone
when it’s all you know to do
keep holding on, hold on
In a state of disbelief
is this really real
a little comedy relief
might help the way I feel
a song bird at the feeder
or a rabbit on the lawn
when it’s all you know to do
keep holding on, hold on
Hold on to the beauty
hold on to the love
hold on to your faith
that there’s a God above
hold on
Is it cowardice or just wisdom
advertised to come with age
that has us pouring water on
the fires that feed our rage
and relying on the process
of karma to get it done
when it’s all you know to do
keep holding on, hold on
It might be your nature
to lower your head and swing
it might be your nature
to hold it high and sing
either choice is valid
if it gets you to the dawn
if it’s all you know to do
keep holding on, hold on
Hold on to the beauty
hold on to the love
hold on to your faith
that there’s a God above
hold on

Simple Complications

There’s no time like the present
for savoring the past
the future not being guaranteed
it all goes by so fast
if it weren’t for then
there would not be a now
you’ll never understand the why
if you can’t remember how

Simple complications
have your mind in a knot
failed graduations
leave your heart on the spot
nothing changes everything
quite like the tender glance
that filled up all the empty
and made you want to dance

in any and every circumstance
hold on and don’t let go
another day is looming, blooming
hold on and don’t let go

Walking Wounded

So, you have been
around the block
been shot down
took some knocks
now your gun
is not for hire
you just want to stay
out of the line of fire

when you’re not able
to help yourself
how you gonna help
somebody else
trying to keep out
of the wind
to keep from getting
blown down again

But you’re walking wounded
because you can’t help but try
you’re walking wounded
because you can’t
because you won’t
just lay down and die

Guilty

Guilty as hell about looking back
to check on the progress I’ve made
guilty of ignoring unpleasant facts
that might rain on my parade
guilty of holding on too long
to things that burn my hands
guilty of abandoning
numerous dreams and plans

None of these things
is a chargeable crime
but they make me guilty
of wasting my time
I don’t even notice
til it’s already wasted
but I still remember
exactly how it tasted

Since time has wasted me
I guess I’m evening the score
and if God is willing
I’ll be wasting some more

What I have been has created
what I have become
sometimes I’m guilty
of just playing dumb
I cannot return
to where I came from
I can’t have it all
so I’ll settle for some

Since time has wasted me
I guess I’m evening the score
and if God is willing
I’ll be wasting some more

Differently

If the right thing
was easy to do
we’d all be saints
but clearly that’s not true

good is better than bad
truth is better than lies
but people see them differently
I don’t understand why

compromise and forgiveness
are not on the agendas
of the prophets of mistrust
and the Great Pretenders

It’s up to the rest of us
to overcome the despair
it’s a full time job but we must
continue to care

Almost Saved

Defying the heartaches
that defined us so long
denying defeats
and the rights that went wrong
it’s not really over
til we throw in the towel
til we can’t push the button
til we can’t buy a vowel

Got my head in the clouds
and one foot in the grave
but I still believe
that I’m almost saved

you work half the night
you sleep half the day
it don’t leave much time
to go out and play
besides, drinking and driving
has become frowned upon
so I’ll sit right here
and have another one

Got my head in my butt
and one foot in the grave
still I believe
that I’m almost saved

If there’s an occasion
I could maybe rise to it
if there was something to do
I might even go do it
just a buzzard in a tree
waitin’ for something to die
a fish in a stream waiting
for some food to float by

Got my head in the clouds
got one foot in the grave
still I believe
that I’m almost saved