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Second in my series.
This is a tale about a man searching for redemption, a man seeking to find himself again. The man is ME.

I went out walking through streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.

Yeah, I went with nothing, nothing but the thought of you.
I went wandering.

I went drifting through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit.
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it.

I went out riding down that old eight-lane
I passed a thousand signs looking for my own name.
I went with nothing but the thought you'd be there too,
Looking for you.

I went out there in search of experience
To taste and to touch and to feel as much
As a man can before he repents.

I went out searching, looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand.
I went out walking with a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.

Now Jesus, don't you wait up, Jesus I'll be home soon.
Yeah, I went out for the papers, told her I'd be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing but the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you.

Yeah, I went with nothing, nothing but the thought of you.
I went wandering.

I'm working on a series of images which may be my last ones to post here, so please bear with me. I'm pouring everything I have into these, and each will be accompanied by very powerful wording. This, being the first in the series, is dedicated to a special friend who has lost her way. I want her to know she is not alone in her struggle, and that I care greatly what happens to her. It is my hope, my prayer, she will see this, read the wording, listen to the song, and find her way back home. With that being said, I offer this to you and to her, my friends.

She feel the ground is giving way
But she thinks we're better off that way.
The more you take, the less you feel
The less you know the more you believe
The more you have, the more it takes today.

You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
Give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away

Well she don't care what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth.

She's not waiting on a saviour to come
She's at the bus stop
With the News Of The World
And the sun, sun, here it comes.
She's not waiting for anyone.

You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
Give it away.
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away

Well she don't care what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth.

Slipping away, slip, slide
Too many slipping away.
The world turns and we get dizzy
Slipping away.

She's living
She's living next week now.
You know she's gonna pay you back somehow.

She hasn't been to bed in a week
She'll be dead soon, then she'll sleep.

You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away
Give it away
You gotta give it away
You gotta give it away

She already knows it hurts
She's living like it the last night on earth
The last night on earth
Last night on earth.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3jFkoSNHsY

I just now changed this piece. This is one of my favorite places, one of my favorite artists, and definitely one of my favorite songs. Below is a link to one of my slideshow presentations on youtube featuring this wonderful piece of music accompanied by some of my bright and sunny images. Hope you enjoy! : )

www.youtube.com/watch?v=5u86AI6q4ZY&feature=slpl

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a day that I could give you
I'd give to you the day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high

If I had a tale that I could tell you
I'd tell a tale sure to make you smile
If I had a wish that I could wish for you
I'd make a wish for sunshine for all the while

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost all the time makes me high
Sunshine, almost always... ~ John Denver

String Lake
Grand Teton National Park, 2011

Grey Wolf
W. Yellowstone, MT.

W. Yellowstone, MT.