The blonde playing hopscotch / had a tattoo / In a collision of eras / her ponytail flew

Victim of passion / purveyor of lies / Betrayer of talent / bending the I

Beyond genius the heavens sing beyond genius that final thing. Beyond genius the heavens sing beyond genius that final thing.

Beyond genius the spirit flies, beyond genius the mood decries.

The differences in life —live within the questions you've asked.

Everything written to inspire / makes the old new again / In ways that only / the heart can feel / —and the spirit know

His words left behind / to inspire and remind / —of those things that we still have to learn

You bought one more tomorrow, / from my borrowed yesterdays / My voice to sing with Angels, / your love the music plays / You bought one more tomorrow, / from my darkened yesterday's / Replacing grief and sorrow, / —with a torch that lights my way.

Will eternity have / a yin and a yang / Will the forces that govern/applaud and harangue / Will the blessings have value / if damnation moves on / Will it all even matter / —once tomorrow is gone.

I hate the word clever, it seeks to demean.