Oh Look At How She Listens She

A Lot Of The Time, I Write A Lot Of Angry Stuff, But Then I Don't Want To Be A Finger-pointer - I'd Rather Be A Cheerleader Than A Judge. I Don't Want To Preach As If I'm In Some Position Of Righteousness, But I Do Want To Speak My Mind And Scream At The Clouds And Shout Out Of The Pit Of Hopelessness That I Sometimes Think The Human Race Is In.

If At All God's Gaze Falls Upon Us All It's With A Mischievous Grin, Look At Him.

I See You Young And Soft Oh Little Baby Little Feet, Little Hands, Little Baby One Year Of Crying And The Words Creep Up Inside Creep Into Your Mind So Much To Say

Look, Here Are We, On This Starry Night Staring Into Space, And I Must Say, I Feel As Small As Dust, Lying Down Here...

Satellite In My Eyes Like A Diamond In The Sky How I Wonder Satellite Strung From The Moon And The World Your Balloon Peeping Tom For The Mother Station