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The Predator



What’s going on, I can’t even tell

The elements of dusk last through to the dawn

I’m trying to spare one from the gates of hell

But he’s too worried of things that are there within spawn



What ever happened to right and wrong?

It used to be as clear as the night from the day

Black and white forces, equally strong

Now all I see are separate shades of grey



I’m trying what I can to lead the right way

Though following seams to be the action refused

I’m trying to spare one from falling astray

And into forces by which she has been abused



How can you help those falsely accused?

When the accusations are never quite clear

Is it they or I who has been cheated and used

Is it just what they say, or all that I hear?



It’s eating my strength and feeding my fear

The fate that my eyes now sometimes foresee

Is this just the beginning, or is the end near

Should I have such a hand, or just let it be?



Because it’s hard to say when two should be three

Is this obligation, or is it free will

Am I trapped and enslaved or now compelled to be free

Do they demand I speak, or do I offer my bill?



The Renaissance



Can it be love, or can love ever kill

I know not where to go with the occasion at hand

I do what I can to work within His Will

For the sake of our lives and the sake of our band



Regardless of my wonder, I will take my stand

Obligation or not, it will surely be done

For if nothing else, let this be my brand:

The battle’s not over until the battle’s won



In the name of the Father and by the grace of the Son

The task at hand will be sought through

For I will find a new day begun

And a sense of strength and courage renewed



The Dawn of a New Day



A feeling or force never so true

As another task will find my way

Tears held back by pride and review

She is reluctant to accept the words that I say



But incredibility is a price that I pay

Youth is inexperience in the public’s eyes

But proof of the matter may come some day

Until then and then only, to them it’s all lies



True, from experience emerge the wise

But knowledge is the tool more commonly acquired

For one’s open ears tend to open one’s eyes

So experience is not needed, but wise teachings are required



My ears have taught me well when they have been so inspired

I offer my advice, take it if you may

Or refuse the words of the young and unhired

I only offer to say that which I say



Though benefits are reaped from obstacles in my way

(I grow smarter and wiser down the path of new news)

I refuse to wait upon the dawn of a new day

This gift I’ve been given I am compelled to use



The Occupation



It is beyond being something that I can choose

It is a job I’ve been given from God Above

A task I take on and, perhaps, at times abuse

But every time I punch in it is done out of love



Just as on wings fly the eagle and dove

It is of both task and of will that they follow their deed

Nothing better to do that I can think of

Then to give what I have to others in need



Is it simply my hunger that I have to feed

Or is it a  cry for help from those unknown

From others I know not who beg to be freed

Those who are tired of being alone



With a pain and hunger which has endlessly grown

The never ending torture that is the essence of their lives

With hopes and dreams scattered and blown

They fall into playing with needles and knives



Children with problems of husbands and wives

These are the things I cannot ignore

When I realize my ignorance only deprives

Those God has sent me to be sent here for



The Selfish Retreat



But When I open myself up to those shore to shore

The weight of the burden can be a bit high

Sometimes I need to flee from this war

Before it’s too late to even see the sky



Because the ground is all I see when I hear the world’s sigh

It is often hard lately to just lift my head

Even if it comes to telling lie after lie

I need to escape from a world full of dread



Sometimes I lye here alone in my bed

Wondering if I will ever sleep worriless at night

But I need this retreat that is selfishly led

Though it may be wrong, it will steer me right



The Renewed Strength



For when the sun rises and shows its fresh light

I will be ready for yet another dawn

With its own challenges plain in my sight,

Which is once again level, no longer on the ground



I will lift up my burden pound-for-pound

For such a burden had never the significance of this

As I sing my songs of glorious sound

And continue my task in wonderful bliss



For I have been strenghtened by a power such as this

A Power of Powers that cannot go wrong.

A power so stong that it becomes hard to miss,

It is to God that I have dedicated this song