A 2019 recording with artworks by Kirby Lee Davis
Fear
Waking from a troubled dream,
It's hard to tell the vision's seam
From the loose, wind-swept shreds
Of the many tattered threads
Of my life...
Of my life...
It seems that chaos runs amuck
When the paths of love get stuck
Within the silly, mindless glaze
Of selfish lusts and half-baked praise
In my life...
In my life...
Swimming daily through this stew
Threatens to undo the glue
Struggling to uphold the ties that bind me.
To think that I could ever find
Someone who would want my mind
Seems more a lie than lies seem to me.
Oh, yeah...
What this means I can not tell,
For meanings shift within this cell
As I wage my private war
To prove I'm not a useless bore
In this life...
In this life...
I only know it never ends,
But rather blends as it rends
All the things I care about,
Twisting truth into doubt
Through this life...
Through this life...
Upon the Solid Rock I stand,
Waiting for the mighty hand
Sure to pierce the shadows that confound me.
Yet I feel so all alone,
As a seed left on the stone,
Life seems more a dream than dreams seem to me.
Oh, yeah...
— Words and music copyright December 2013, Kirby Lee Davis