Written by; Gary Powers A biorythmn merry-go-round, A roller coaster ride of waves. The highs and lows of feelings felt, Dependent on which day. The fervent swings of moods you have From one extreme then back, Unable to choose the path you take, Not sure of how you'll act. Good spirits or sour grapes, It's seldom inbetween. A searching, driving, unseen force That guides each move you make. How is it that this curving line, With it's valleys and it's hills, Mandate every move you'll make Before the time has spilled? Could it be the shaded moon, Each quarter has it's own Effect on lives of living souls Pre-determined how you'll grow. Or could it be the seasons change Of summer leaves to snow? That leaves one in a wanting state Not knowing where to go. How can someone plagued by this, Whose been dragged down in the mud, Rise up only slightly out Feeling still his one foot stuck. How can he control his line, To keep his curve above, The lows of valleys deep below And the moodiness that comes. To be aware before it takes Control of the time. To "nip it in the bud" and seek All thats good about the line. Is this something that you have, A choice on how you feel? Or has it all been written out Before you get to deal? Each hand thats played of waking days And dreams of your sleep, Hard to believe it's all been planed To each your own to keep. But so it is and here you are Trudging up the hills, Going with the rolling waves And the roller coaster thrills.

Soldiers Lament Copywrite 1996 Written by; Gary Powers A man, young and hardy, left on a plane Soon to be living his dream A land across the ocean that he'd never seen A war thats raging awaits him To serve for the honor, a battle of fear His comrades beside him no longer can feel The love of his brother, no one comes to near And his dream turns to nightmare it seems The promise of glory, a patriots pride A hero's welcome at home That's why we're going, they said with their lies Don't forget that you won't be alone There's others just like you with thoughts in their heads Just look all around you but don't count the dead They've all had their glory now lie in their bed And it soon will be your turn instead Wake up all you soldiers and see what you've done You've given the greed mongers something to run It was there for the taking so they took it for fun And left a trail of you.......lying in blood Now he sits in this cold damp cell that he calls home Thinking back how they told him he won't be alone And he yearns for the sweet smell and sounds of the past Realizing they've all gone, leaving him cast Off with his captors who feed on his soul If only they'd let him write letters to home He's sure they'd come get him after all this time gone But there's no one that knows he's alone So he screams for his momma, he cries for his dad His sounds go unanswered, if only he had Died in that battle, there's freedom that's found In the death of a soldier.......a long way from home Is there ever an ending to such a sad tale Or is it just one big circle of stories to tell Will we ever be free of this capital greed Is it something that drives us, something we need They make their excuses and reasons for war They say it is ethnic, or they do it for God We all know the reason, they just want more 'cause what they have just isn't enough So wake up all you people and see where you've gone Your road is in ruin, your time has begun With broken comandments you've sealed your fate And I think it just might be to late