[Old Sarge]

Escape and flight are yours, not mine,
I must stride through the mire
foot soldier against the nameless pain.

Burdens are lightened by wisdom
but where is my intellect against
this?

[Soaring Feather]

I don't know from whence it came
the fear and pain without a name
it rides along on sunny days
and wind swept alleyways
lurkers around corners
in twilights hours
and screams it's name
in our dreams
stretches out along the seams
of skin holding us together
and still we grab at sanity
and run swinging our huge
guns of fun and face it down
in the mirror and hold it near
that we may know happiness
when it does show

So you say I escape that's
allright to be a free spirit on the sea
and let the others be themselves
to each his own and truth will win
head down and punt it's the way
to keep on keeping on...
and it's okay
to be me today.