The brilliant drunken druggy poet
Couldn't keep the score
He looked up at the living stars
And thought his love was more
Our bright and burning ball of passion
It gives and gives and gives
It powers every dancing cell
In everything that lives
When we look up at the stars
Praise their passion and their love
Doing everything we can
To spread their Gift from up above
by Richard W. Bray
You want a better kind of future
One that everyone can share
You're not alone, we all could use it
Stick around, we're nearly there
–Paul McCartney, Coming Up
The better kind of future
That everyone can share
Seems a million miles away
But I can taste it in the air
Call me stupid – call me crazy
Cuz dreaming doesn't make it true
But we can rewrite any story
Every day is fresh and new
Shun the screeching noise
Of the broken machine
The world is enchanting
And it's bursting with our dreams
The future isn't real until we make it
by Richard W. Bray
I found out something, Baby
The world already knew
I found out something, Baby
There's no one else like you
Girl when I saw you
It fell into place
Everything's as clear
As the smile on your face
Trimming my sails
And dropping my oars
Turning up my music
And my metaphors
Girl when I saw you
It fell into place
Everything's as clear
As the smile on your face
Been nursing my wounds
Since my last rodeo
I'm ready for a tumble
But I ain't letting go
Girl when I saw you
It fell into place
Everything's as clear
As the smile on your face
by Richard W. Bray
