Drum soldier

I can say that I'm often wrong,
and I know actions are louder than words,
but I am lying here
and I hope you're not moving on.
I have a little drum soldier,
four feet on the ground,
and he whinces like a youngster,
the sound of discontent.

But I know I can surely change.
I make up half the rules I play.
I just need to know that you'll hold on,
whether I am right or wrong.

The angry little tree shakes himself into fits,
with his two friends following suit,
nothing that's been given can be considered gifts,
unwrap what scares you least.
Curious little drummer bites his way to the top,
file off the weapons he has in his hands,
nothing can stop what can never be stopped,
live with what you got.

But I know I can surely change.
I make up half the rules I play.
I just need to know that you'll hold on,
whether I am right or wrong.

I am old, but I have young love,
and I know that it is serious,
and I won't forget all that I've learned,
a careful life so carelessly dressed.
I see myself learning more everyday,
not to mention the years to come,
the more that you let in the less in the way,
the less to carry along.

But I know I can surely change.
I make up half the rules I play.
I just need to know that you'll hold on,
whether I am right or wrong.

These lovely days aren't the last of our lives,
drum little youngster, play us tonight

I love a girl in Massachusetts

I know I'm just fine
and you are alright
my love she lives in Massachusetts

It's our first year we have been together
and it's just right so far
and I know better years are before us

don't listen to what they say
it's me and you together

and you'll say yes when I ask the question
I can't wait because I am happy
but we will because I love you
and for now let's just show each other

the beat it finds us when we're dancing
and you stomp your feet just like you do
and I move around in all directions
but our hands know where to be

don't listen to what they say
it's me and you together

we are a mess, just tangled like we should be
I'm the soft one
yes you're the screamer
I am the big one
you are the little one with soul

don't listen to what they say
it's me and you together

it's not all roses

every little moment isn't always great
every little word won't always fit
every suggestion won't always make sense
every apology shouldn't always be forgiven
every dream will not always come true
every last wish won't always be righteous
every question can't always be answered
every love won't always last
every person can't always be happy
every nightmare won't always end

Kindling

stick by stick the little fire burns ever brighter
the heat to warm the fuels of ourselves

in the spring the roots and flowers inch their way on higher
the bees make the honey for the shelves

and an old time man with a pipe lit in his hand
and his old lady dame rocks by his side

they're both whittled by the time that wrinkles the sublime
as steady and as solid as they ride

it's a little bit of something
that turns nothing to gold
it's a little bit of aging
that turns the soft to bold

the coals of our years hold the heat for our children
a foundation we find fit to build and gift

every little stream flows into something bigger
the finer sands of life will always sift

the seasons know their age as every year decays
the sun knows that its days soon come to end

the nights know that they die when the light brightens the skies
the people never break what they can mend

it's a little bit of something
that turns nothing to gold
it's a little bit of aging
that turns the soft to bold

it's a steady rocking that teaches the slowness we possess
and the meaning in the moments we create

Rapunzel was once from The Nard

Many miles and miles of wilderness to go,
two feet step right and step left along,
your tears clear my eyes now I've found you again,
first tempted by the voice of your songs,
and your hair fell long and sturdy and strong,
the love so sudden and real,
the temptress that stole you and locked you away,
never knew just how we could feel,
your mother and her stomach gave you away,
by the consent of your pussy-whipped pa,
she ached for rampion in a salad so sweet,
the enchantress saw chance from afar,
but she didn't plan on the son of a man,
not just a man but a king,
to hear the young girl with the hair of the world,
and to hear that gifted girl sing,
and she tricked us again with your hair tied to hold,
and you were banished to the lands of the sands,
I lost both my eyes now on two feet I stride,
and your tears made me the whole of a man,
both my young babes, one male and a girl,
born strong and loved on the same day,
we plan to bond and live in content,
no other life, no other way

See our truth

You can frame our life under glass,
remember the still shots that have passed,
you can hold to them, hope that they last,
but we still need to see truth,
yes we still need to see truth.

We can share this house as it grows old,
shut it all in when it turns cold,
we can hide the rot, we can cover mold,
but we still need to see truth,
yes we still need to see truth.

I can't stand by and live a life of lies,
no we still need to see truth,
yes we still need to see truth.

We can tell ourselves we tried our best,
apologize for all the sadness,
hang onto our kids, try to save the nest,
but we still need to see truth,
yes we still need to see truth.

We can let ourselves die old and grey,
ignore all the dreams that fade away,
tell the world we won, get the bill to pay,
but we still need to see truth,
yes we still need to see truth.

I can't stand by and live a life of lies,
no we still need to see truth,
yes we still need to see truth.

And I'll know it at your gave site,
I'll know it when my light dies,
hold onto the hate, die out with our lies,
because we still need to see truth,
yes we still need to see truth,
yes we still need to see truth.

A little puppy in us all

Well I found this stick in the yard,
and I chewed it up with a smile,
I swallowed some and chipped up the rest,
a new toy put it in the pile.
Day by day I grow like a weed,
so full of spit and fire,
nibble a little nibble on your finger,
pick me up higher and higher.
Some day I'll be too big,
and you can't carry me when I'm cold,
so for now be my playmate while I'm little,
and then be my friend when I am old.