Everything You Gather Is Just One That

Every Song Falls Short Of The Glory Of What A Song Could Be. That's Why The Urge Is There To Start Again And Yet Again. Often It's The Fault Of Rhyme. I've Discovered A Hundred Times That There Just Aren't Enough Rhymes To Say What I Wanted To Say, So I Said Something Else Instead. Sometimes It Was A Better Thing, But The Thing I Meant To Say Went Unsaid. So There's An Opening For Another Song.

You Who Choose To Lead Must Follow. But If You Fall, You Fall Alone.

One Man Gathers What Another Man Spills

There Are Times When You Get Hit Upon, Try Hard But You Cannot Give. Other Times You'd Gladly Part, With What You Need To Live

In Wickedness Of Pride Is Lost The Light To Understand How Little Grace Is Earned And How Much Given.