When I handed you this soil,
You turned it into gold.
Then you handed me your heart,
To have and to hold.
And I file away at the gold until the dirt appears,
and I hate myself a little more.
And your tenderness progressively disappears,
And you are all I could ask for
And you lift me up so high,
And I throw you down on to the ground.
And my love I can't deny,
But the demon must be drowned.
You shine like the sun,
You shine like the moon,
You shine like the stars,
And I dim the lights.
An album of songs created with a late friend of mine, released in his memory. All proceeds with be donated to CRY (Cardiac Risk in the Young) Joe Bailey
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Well played and produced prog rock, presented by a musician passionate about his craft. And who wouldn’t love those Rush influences. Just great music. mjbb61