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Out and Back

Snowflakes lightly falling, the calm before the storm The beauty of the mountains, the snow, the stream, the firs My body somewhat achy, a long journey just complete Across the rugged country, to the west and from the east Nestled in warm covers, I lay my head to rest Ages since such comfort, ages full of hunger, cold, and stress But now I finally get to rest, the struggle finally done The life I’d always dreamed of, about to be begun See for years I’d been a trailhand, back and forth I would go Accompanying the hand carts, and lightening their loads Called to make the journey, because I was seen fit To bear a heavy burden, and help others make the trip Countless times I’d made the trek, each with perils of their own But finally after years of work, I could start to build my home The joy I felt that I’d survived, not even lost a limb Many trail hands with my call, often faced a fate quite grim And I had my sweetheart, we’d waited oh so long The thought of her love gave me hope, and oft...

Mountain Man

Once I saw a runner, his pace it wasn’t slow And stopped him for a minute, to see where he would go He said he had a mission, he’d been running for years now see He’d been running since a toddler, and now was thirty-three At first I didn’t believe it, running for thirty years?! But his breathing wasn’t heavy, and no tiredness appeared That was sure impressive, for you should have seen his pace But running for that long time, and why here to this place? He was a mountain runner, at least that’s what he said But as I looked around us, it must have been in his head For we were in the low plains, not a single mountain could be seen And the closest that I knew of, were where he’d been running So then what a fellow, the ever runner that was lost I thought then to give a laugh, but there was something about this man I’d crossed Although he did seem out of place, it seemed like he knew where he was The pace he kept, the way he spoke, it seemed he had a cause And so I asked - why run this hard?...

Fit

Fit The Story Begins with A Knock on the Chin, As a little boy I got hit where I grin, A busted lip, a few stitches to boot, But not too long, I was back lookin’ cute I had no idea, something more happened that day A little more sinister, a price would have to be paid But as it was, I went right along I had all my teeth, thinking nothing was wrong But let us fast forward, about ten years or so I hadn’t the slightest idea, a seed had been sown And seeds once their planted, have no choice but to grow They’ll sprout right inside you, without being known Without the slightest idea, I went on my way The only reminder, the scar on my face But then something happened, you wouldn’t expect So unrelated, you’d never suspect Mom was the first to take notice, as they always seem to do She said my dear son, “your tooth is looking quite blue” I went, checked the mirror, it was slightly dark But still felt quite normal, you couldn’t tell it apart I said, “Oh, its fine Mom, you can hardly tell,” Then ...

Changed

There are moments in our lives, that clearly come from God And when we look back, it’s holy ground we trod I’ll tell you of a time, that's become like this for me Because of it, I’m the better man, than once I used to be I started out all hurried, rushed to start my day But can’t remember what for, embarrassed, I must say Speeding down the highway, towards nothing it seems me now And that is where it happened, so fast, it seemed like pow I was just a bit distracted, again I don’t know why But looked up in the nick of time, to only hear the cry  A woman in a red dress, was out to fix her car And hurtling down the speedway, I clipped into a bar The bar it did go hurling, and dashed her in the head The instant that I saw it, I knew that she’d be dead In the instant that it happened, time seemed to slow and even stop My heart was ripped right out my chest, my soul was turned to sop And as quick as it happened, I hopped right out my car  A...

'Bout Them Girls

Son, I’ve been around the block, let me tell you ‘bout them girls There’s a whole lot more to them, than mascara and curls They come in all shapes and sizes, all attitudes and types But if you can learn to recognize em’, findin’ won’t take as many swipes So come in, let me tell ya, so you too can see clear The knowledge that I’ll give ya, will help you navigate and steer Cuz careful son, please trust me, there’s danger out ya see I’ll tell you what to watch for, them girls be ris-ky Hot First you’ve got your hot ones, they’re easy to find and spot You’ll know them by the trail of boys, they’ll tend to have a flock At first you’ll likely join, the attraction will be real You’ll be pulled along like a fish, she’ll have you on a reel But if you can, spit the hook, looks aren’t all they’re cracked up to be Often when they are that hot, SHE is all that she can see No matter what you do for her, she really doesn’t care All that matters in her mind, ...