I Wrote I Love You All Across The Sky
I Wrote It on the little bits of grass
I wrote it all over the walls too
And when I was finished I fell into your arms
Happiness for me was always a simple thing
If I do one thing for the rest of my life
Let me love you with all of my heart

"Free"
Will You Ever Be Always Hungry but Scorn To Eat
Will you ever go on adventures with your pretty homeless husband
Will You ever live off your parents' money because you can't work
Will you ever laugh at the thought of being trapped in any kind of cage
Will you ever chase freedom like the eyes of your husband
Will you ever,ever,ever, know what it means to be truly free
Money ties us down to people we do not love
Will you ever just want to be yourself because you love who you are?

"My Beautiful Eyes"
My Beautiful Eyes Hold the World In Them
They Are Everything To Me, and I Love Myself
Many long sleepless nights and lonely days i've lived
Carrying myself upwards as an angel carries a sailor
to the surface, who is drowning in the depths of the sea
I carry my heart with all of my strength In Me, I hold myself
I cry for myself but never let myself see how worried I Am
My Beautiful Eyes Are All I Need To Carry Me Back To Eternity
In Jesus' Name,
Amen

"Injustice"
Injustice is A Force of Nature
It Sweeps The Land And Harms The Little Ones
A Mother At Heart Cannot Help But Cry and Fear
In a Time Of Poverty When Pain and Death are Near
A Single Call Can End Our Lives Our Dreams to Sacrifice
Those that are taken from their homes do not easily find a way back
I am grateful that i have no children because i've got no money
They Would Go Hungry In Spite of my Agonized Prayers and Tears
"No Bread For The Poor" Cries The Miser Father
"No Mercy For The Weak" Cries the government men.
The Women and Children pray for our husbands and sons
That the government neither shoot, maim them, nor imprison them!
These people they so cruelly abuse and spit upon are only children
Children who have Grown into a life that gave them too little to eat
And if they stole, it was because they were starving or needed help
And If they fought, it was none of the government's business to interfere
The poor also have hearts if facts their hearts ring pure and true
The motives of the rich are so corrupt and wily, clever and snakelike
Malignant people become rich and the innocent remain poor!

I Cry When The Poor Are Smited Hard
I Vow I Shall Always Remain Poor With Them
I Cry When The Sick Are Butchered and Drugged
Their Angels Are Ever Silently Watching By
I Want To Pray To Their Gaurdian Angels To Save Them

"Clover Meadows"
Clover Grows in some faraway meadow that I know not
Some memory fills me with the scents and hopes of Clover Meadows
Faraway, There are White Linen-Clad Youths eating in meadows green
The Grass so clean cannot be adulterated by an impure stain
The Sun shining its warmth into the Clover Meadow
Some Faraway Days I Shall See Another Garden
And Run, Run, Run From This Wretched City Grime!
Clover Meadows Fill My Dreams with longings of freedom
Clover Meadows

"I Tell Him That I Am In Love"
I Tell Him, My Father, That I Am In Love With Someone
It Makes Him Enraged To Know And He Hates Me
When You Are In Love Your Parents Abuse You
As Though To Smother This Love that Will not Be Denied
The Loved One Is A Horseshoe Hair Tufted Into a Snowdrift
A Sweet Little Pea One Has Tucked Safely Into One's Pod
Sleeping with full bellies, these children eat bread from misers' tables
But In Our Caressing, Entwined Bodies Lies the sweetness of Love
On Cold Nights and all the Year Round, I Tell Him I Am In Love
This War Of Motherhood to the helpless Fawn is bitterly fought
and sweetly won!  I tell Him That I Am In Love With Someone.
The Fury Of Hell's Gasping Couldn't Quench the thirst of His Revenge!
And Again now he Comes, And Again, yet a little while, again
I look him square in his small ice-cold eyes and say "Have A Nice Day"
I Tell My Father That I Am In Love With Someone Forever

"Poverty"
In Poverty Are Simple Undying Truths
Death Passes on this Torch Of Being Good
The Poor are the kindest because money is cruelty
Well, then, that the rich people's Children eat well!
For, Though Good, The Poor Have Paltry Christmases!
Our Treasures, However, Are Awaiting Us In Heaven.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen!