Let me see the starlight again. I have a blind faith in you.

give me something to work with. I need to know it's worth it. Beginning at birth, the whole world isn't perfect. Born into a culture whose intentions are quite off, I'm hoping to mention to listeners I write often. A molotov coffin that's lost in Boston holds a candle to the cost of one fallen ofspring: born at age twenty-one to a widow and "god's" son, he'd love to cuddle up and befuddle the lost ones. He's tossed under a boss whose greek for thunder. He's lost his curiosity but seeks some wonder. He's got no limbs left, trading meat for lumber. He's trying to put the wood back, considering lovers.

so throw a penny his way as you pass by. he'll take it today but it's the last time. Hold him in your thoughts as you pray for his past crimes or let him live oblivious to that last line.

I had a boy. he had something that no one could see. He gave me a piece so I could be free. he said, "you are the world. You've got something that no one could see. Would you please give this out so we can be free?"

If he fell then he wouldn't be bleeding. You can smell it like it's ready to be eaten.

So throw a penny his way as you pass by. he'll take it today but it's the last time. Hold him in your thoughts as you pray for his past crimes or let him live oblivious to that last line. he wouldn't last nine lives so he's glad he's not a cat. In fact, he's not a kitten. It's quite fitting that he's a dog. You look up to see him glisten, but he's caught up in a fog. Trying to read whats written but he can't read. Man, please put down that book now before you get a cramp. these people all stare because he can't breathe but he still blows against the wind to stop this damned breeze.

I had a boy. he had something that no one could see. He gave me a piece so I could be free. he said, "you are the world. You've got something that no one could see. Would you please give this out so we can be free?"

His hands are out. his arms are open. His eyes are shot. His ears are broken. he knows you well and you've never met him. It's nearly impossible to upset him. It's some words of wisdom, and maybe 'good day' but he fought the system and here may he lay. Here may he lay until come along a brighter tomorrow, a world without sorrow: tomorrow.

i saw him once, watching the waves against the rocks. The poor man swayed and then collapsed and when I ran to his aid, he put his pen to the page and said, "son, sing this when you get back." he sang:

Let me see the starlight again. I have a blind faith in you.