My Story

I use it all. The big for small, The stopped to start, The inseparable to part. Without a thought I change cold to hot And night into day In much the same way As I make cynics pray And the rebellious obey. With a wave of my hand Tiny streams split the land, Scores of angels take flight, Every wrong becomes right. And as the sun dims To the least of my whims, I turn back the pages To where it all begins. Where men in black Pay for lives filled with sin. And I ride into the sunset Knowing the good guys will win.