I have seen you down in the heatland
with the children playing in the sun
singing songs back in a morning
may your days be light
from the dark herd sight

heartland is where the corn grows the milk is made, the farmer feeds us all

When the winter is slowley starting to fade
the face of the earth , looks dead forever..

there is never any death ,
just looks that way

The face of our earth , A dead looking face of feburary , hold a hope of a bounty

it is nothing new , but we have faith
in the sun and earth to give us once again
a taste of life , when another harvest comes

year in ,year out , it becomes you
and you are part of it

if the face of the earth would fail
just one season , and a harvest dident come
don`t think about it to much though..
there are more of us now than ever

It has to be right, to ask for the hope to grow ..
from the keeper of life ..

maby Im gonna pin a thank you note on a field some time soon ..

we can do alot in this information age
but can`t make it rain , or the sun to shine

when July comes , we all know there will be a young kid selling his corn along the road side .. such a simple thing ,it seems like we all have more faith than words can say ..
faith in the face of the earth ..the sun and rain..faith in the keeper of life ..

You can see the sun shining through their eyes
The sweet in the souls and the absence of lies
Laughter is hearty and words are all kind
Nonsense is touchable and no one minds
Appreciation for nature’s way
Lingering sunsets at the end of the day
“I care for you dearly” can be heard all around
In the land of the heart where friendship is found.

spinning away another day
our ship keeps traveling on
running rings round the sun
burning days past one in one
you may not want to think it
togather to a wade in sun
best days are not broken
the best is yet to come

Hay I often wondered ,
where the trip takes everyone
not about there history
living fire forever one
some times way to simple
where you going , where did you come
spinning away another day
earth calling , ain`t falling
a living ring around the sun

I only have one question
when the sky turns gray to blue
do we really have to take the trip
riding with the likes of you
been forever a stage to play
its gonna be everyone or none
don`t make it my jail house
but a starship for everyone
tell me you can`t feal it
the best is yet to come

So the curtian parts, like the sea of old, there in it's glory is the stage.
And the singing larks, in a basket of gold, takes another turn on the wheel of days.
In the land of circles,
In the land of squares,
I'll take a heart, please
In a land that cares.

form an image set forth in a shadow
a bridge ties the banks from end to end
spanning every thing thats done
and the things to come
and the lives, that could have been

at the edge , to the last standing light
to a bgidge is one lost in the night
across the other end , its not like its been
never been there , they say its nice..

I looked inside you,and I seen me
just frozen fast ,right behind the line
a voice is softley wispering
pay the price,it is only everything..
in a shadow is a bridge
we cross tonight...

Hello to the bridge,
hello to the water,
hello to the vision
of yesteryear's daughter
Many before left
their own certian prints
of goodness and thoughts
and survival hints
Let it all go,
go after it all
You might just grow wings
on the edge of the fall.

From the chest of treasure,a maiden standing.
searching all her life, quenchless within..
and never seen again, turning back once again
was a true heart ,cast to the wind...

Maiden ,Oh dear Maid tell me
has the past vine, graced your mind..
before I had become,another beat down bum..
was your HEARTLANDing place next to me..

Many long years just left standing
cut into my mind, howling wind
if I could wish it so ,a sojurn of a soul,
cast before you , a long time ago...


alone at a place inside herself..
packed away, where eyes can not see..
in the twilight sun, far from anyone
sits a treasure , cast to the wind...

The heart of the matter
The land of the living
here for awhile
taking and giving.
The land of the known,
The land of the mystery
The oats are sown
The rest is history.

As the stilness of the eavening
chills a mid summers day
over on that back porch
beyond the field of hay
a man sitting with his thoughts
going from here to yesterday
his words keep on ringing
like a mosaic fromed from clay

If you care listen,
to a busted up old man...
I dont really know much
cept the value of this land..
see whats growing in that field
is gonna turn to flesh and blood
every one wants to eat
I spend days turning mud
does anyone ever wonder if the food grows in a can
does anyone ever wonder where the hell I am ..

politicians and movie stars and pro athletes to ..maby they make a million times the money paid to me and you
dont they know true value
removed from what is land and life..
I thank the stars above for my children and wife..

If we stop growing this cheep food that we sell ..
and said you can have it all and you can go to hell ..
coporation with politicians would then farm this land ...
using all there bio chem , killin for money if they can..

its hours of stupid labor when the day is through
baked in the hot sun feeding the likes of you
I would not have it another way
im part of this land
just think about me a bit
when you open up a can....





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