Remembered

Cold water, down a lazy stream
Hold me close, my soul to keep
Fill my heart with some sense of meaning
And lead me down to the water to drink

 

Lest my soul be burned in flame
Take your spirit and douse it again
Can you throw yourself between their woes
I ask so much but give I don't

 

When I die tie me to a tree
Don't close my eyelids oh I want to see
Don't make them think that I'm asleep
I don't want to leave their memory

 

Let children come and hold my hand
Let them play in the nearby sand

 

Can you teach my story, and teach my song
I haven't been here for long, but it'll be long before I'm gone

 

When I die tie me to a tree
Don't close my eyelids oh I want to see
Don't make them think that I'm asleep
I don't want to leave their memory

Little Bear

I was finally proud
You fell down from the clouds
My eyes could finally see

 

So I bit back the frost
And I fought at all costs
For what I thought was a need

 

And this little bear
That sits by my window
Set my eyes to the strengthening sun
The soil to the wind above

 

And I wait for the day
When they climb out the river banks
dirty and covered in silt

 

Cause they'll look at me and say
Why do you think this way
And I won't know how to reply

 

And this little bear
That sits by my window
Set my eyes to the strengthening sun
The soil to the wind above

Hummingbird

Oh hummingbird on the wall
I think of you every night
and the way that you look at me so
as I drive into the night

 

Oh hummingbird on the wall
You fill my heart with joy
But the sorrow fills my soul
When we have to say goodbye

 

Those days that we know
Have gotta go
Those days when we say goodbye
Those days that we know
 are gonna go

Those days when we say goodbye X3
 

Beauty in the Eyes of the Beholder

The sun rises o'er
A still valley of gold
The wild grasses flow like the sea

 

Out of his hole
And into the morning stole
A rabbit with eyes of rich green

 

Stay your hand my dearest friend
Stay you rambling feet
The sun won't die tomorrow
and we have yet to meet

 

Flyers of the rarest kind
Flit softly through the trees

 

A cardinal cries a mesmerized
intense and cloving scream

 

Stay your hand my dearest friend
Stay you rambling feet
The sun won't die tomorrow
and we have yet to meet

 

The sun rise o'er a skyscraper
The people on the street
You'll never see a single star
But the dark makes the light less weak

 

Stay your hand my dearest friend
Stay you rambling feet
The sun won't die tomorrow
and we have yet to meet

 

We'll probably never meet
We'll never ever meet again
We'll probably never meet
We'll never ever meet again