Broken

Finished a rough draft of Broken and put it to a slide show video... for those of you who are Broken just like me...



Broken

Is it my fate to end up here?
Trapped in a fortress of my fears
A place of nightmares not of dreams
An endless cycle so it seems

Lost inside the dark, the cold
Stunned to find myself alone
Within the noise I thought was gone
Look for myself and now I’m found
Broken

Heart in one hand, life in the other
Hard to understand if I should even bother
Or leave the pieces where they lay
To be trampled as they may
Or once again be swept away
Broken


My world has been turned upside down
And left in pieces on the ground
Cliché or not that’s what it is
Another sorrow for the list

I’m staggered by the root thereof
And anxious to reclaim my love
The passing time that sets me free
Will by no means cause me not to be
Broken

Heart in one hand, life in the other
Hard to understand if I should even bother
Or leave the pieces where they lay
To be trampled as they may
Or once again be swept away
Broken


Lord I know you’re big enough
To heal the hurt, rebuild the trust
Within that faith I do believe
But frankly I could use relief

The fault is almost always mine
But it doesn’t feel that way this time
So I’m left begging You to start
Putting back together a heart
Broken

Heart in Your hand, life in the other
Hard to understand if I am worth the bother
Will You leave the pieces where they lay
Let them be trampled as they may,
Or allow me to be swept away
Broken?

Heart in one hand, life in the other
Hard to understand if I should even bother
Or leave the pieces where they lay
To be trampled as they may
Or once again be swept away
Broken

The Sad In the Man

As I experience my son's childhood, I am reminded of my own, and specific moments that have never left me. He is the catalyst for so much of what I have faced and continue to face within myself...

I dedicate this to all of those fathers who have made it their mission in life to break the cycle and leave a legacy of love and strength to their children, and many generations to come... in spite of the battle that rages inside...


The Sad In the Man


He can understand
The outstretched hands
Of the child who wants to play

For there’s something blue
About a balloon
Drifting far, far away

Thru clouded eyes
He can empathize
With why the child laments

For when said and done
He’s the one
That released it without intent

And he wonders why he has days like these
When it’s clear that others don’t
Or why he’s prone to melancholy
Finding sorrow where others won’t

He’d like to be bold, the source of fun
The man everyone enjoys
But truth be told when said and done
The sad in the man is the boy


He’ll feel the ache
For pity’s sake
Of a child who yearns for flight

For it’s a maudlin thing
The broken wing
Of a useless, earth-bound kite

He can surely share
The worried care
In a child’s attempts to mend

For it was he
On misplaced knee
That caused the canvas mount to rend

And he wonders why he dwells on such
While the world moves blissfully on
Or why he contemplates too much
The darkest moments before the dawn

Now feeling old, he finds he’s one
Who lacks for mirth’s employ
And truth be told when said and done
The sad in the man is the boy


Yearning for and who can wrap
Their arms around his inner child
One day he’ll climb in his Father’s lap
And trade his tears in for a smile

As time unfolds, the race is run
Where there’s still a hope for joy
For truth be told when said and done
The sad in the man is the boy

Hell and Back

Here's a new song my writing partner Jeff Falke and I are working on...

Sometimes when we are going through something awful, we tend to think we are the only ones going through it... when often times, those that we love are going through it right along with us...

If you would like to hear the music for this song, just click play:



I haven't recorded the vocals yet, but when I do, I'll get that version up.


Hell and Back


I don’t want to be the reason why
You have to turn your head away and cry

I don’t want to be the one you see
When your heart is filled with misery

I don’t want to be the one you know
When the consequence won’t let you go

Don’t want to keep making you sad
Erasing all the joy and love we’ve had


It’s a time that has come… and it will go
Just to find that our love has only grown
Even though this thing that we’ve been through
Is the hardest thing I’ve had to do
I may have been to hell and back my luv… but so have you


I don’t want to keep on thinking of
The things that make me fear and doubt our love

I don’t want to keep reliving pain
Or waste my time trying to place the blame

I don’t want to be the one to say
The kinds of things that darken up your day

I don’t want to be wearing you out
O’er things there’s nothing we can do about


It’s a time that has come… and it will go
Just to find that our love has only grown
Even though this thing that we’ve been through
Is the hardest thing I’ve had to do
I may have been to hell and back my luv… but so have you


It’s a time that has come we’re watching go
Already finding our love has only grown
Even though this thing that we’ve been through
Is the hardest thing we’ve done, it’s true
We may have been to hell and back my luv… but I love you

We may have been to hell and back my luv… but I still love you

Remember?

It's nice to know that no matter how I feel it doesn't change one simple fact... my Father loves me and He has not left me...


Remember?


Some gifts are fought for
Some gifts are free
Do you remember the day you fell down to your knees?
To cry, to pray
To receive the gift of Grace and then to turn another way?

I just wondered
Because I know that I forget
Before I know it I’ve returned to a path I should’ve left
I haven’t felt Him in so long;
I’m surprised how long it’s been
And I’m left to wonder if I’ll ever feel that way again

Is He there or is He gone?
Are you weary from the struggle without the strength for holding on?
Is it hard to hear over the noise?
If you were to listen carefully would you even hear a voice
That you remember?


Some gifts are loved
Some gifts are lost
Do you remember the last time you thought about the cost?
The price once paid
All to welcome home a child that once had run away?

I just wondered
Because I know that I forget
Before I know it I’ve returned to a path I should’ve left
I haven’t felt Him in so long;
I’m surprised how long it’s been
And I’m left to wonder if I’ll ever feel that way again

He’s still there, He’s not gone
He’s been waiting all your life for you to just stop holding on
Now let go, and make that choice
Cuz if you listen very carefully you just might hear a voice
That you remember