Lulled into a false sense of security By the changing rhythm of the sea Watching the waves fall and rise The shoreline changing with each tide In this world there’s no place to hide

How carefully we handle the heart Of those that we always will love How gentle the touch So as to cause no great harm To the hearts of what matters to us most And yet those same hands So gentle and kind The hands of the race we all call mankind Treat this planet so…Read more »

Windbag Bag of wind Do you cry To hide your sins Where do they start Where will they end You overblown Bag of wind