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The Great Burbank Driftwood Scare

I'd like to submit to you this little ditty,
About some of Burbanks local history,
Called the great Burbank driftwood scare,
I was down at the river one fine sunny day,
Picking up driftwood wherever it lay,
When up walked this man, he was wearing a badge,
He said to me, "son, why don't you come over here",
"I'd like to talk to you about these laws we hold dear",
"Do you know it's illegal to pick driftwood up?",
He said, "son, you're the environment",
"Destroying the habitat with reckless abandonment",
"And destroying the shoreline every where you've been,
Well I held up my hand and said, "sir, can I say a word?",
"All of this fuss about driftwood is kind of absurd",
"It's here today and it's gone tomorrow",
Well he puffed all up and started quoting federal law,
And statutory regulations with congressional clause,
And that's when I knew I'd had enough,
Then he said, "son, I think that you're in luck",
"I could make you take that driftwood back to where you picked it up",
"But I'm going to just give you a warning and let you go",
I said, "I appreciate that", and hopped in my truck,
Saying to myself, "This is really going to suck",
"Just one more thing that's against the law",
Now this might not go down as a historical event,
But I'm one of the two that knows how it went,
The day of the great Burbank driftwood scare.

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Mr. World

What'll I say, about yesterday,
something wrong, no longer seems the same,
what'll I say, about today,
I wonder why no one will take the blame, 
so her we are, Mr. World,
the clock keeps ticking on and on,
what'll we do, Mr. World,
to right the things that we've done wrong,

pollution in the air,
no one seems to care,
as it slowly drains your life away,
nuclear power,
they say it saved the hour,
but from your moans I know that man will pay,

violence and hate,
they don't make us wait,
they just keep driving us to the brink to disaster,
jealously and greed, 
on each we do feed,
which just makes our trip a little bit faster,

so here we are, Mr. World,
the clock keeps ticking on and on,
what'll we do Mr. World,
to right the things that we've done wrong,
what'll I say, about yesterday,
how we treated the world fills me with sorrow,
and about today, if we do the same,
there might not be no tomorrow.

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Then Night Came

The sun did rise;
Its golden pallor brightening the land,
giving heat and light to the pristine earth,
lush vegetation, rich soil, and pure sand,
our planet glowing with life at its birth,
wondrous creatures, some great and some small,
spreading across this expanse that was fair,
uncounted plant life, some short and some tall,
supplied the needs of creatures, ground, and air,
then night came.

The sun did rise; The eye that gazed saw a two-legged man,
staring grateful at this wondrous orb,
its heat and its light he did understand,
felt good on the skin, its warmth to absorb,
the tilling of crops to store for the cold,
with the sun he worked form dawn into night,
the raising of flocks to keep in the fold,
against the coming of the winter fright,
then night came.

The sun did rise;
Plumes of soot and dust rose into the air,
death's foul chemicals had no place to go,
the greedy man fought for more than his share,
to take hold of all riches was his goal, 
putting his brothers neck under his heel,
to rise up to the ultimate power,
no remorse or pity did this one feel,
to sit atop that Babelic tower,
then night came.

The sun did rise;
Decay and stench rose up upon the land,
buildings and structures crumbling into heaps,
a smoldering waste the dying wind fanned,
carrion and rats were filled with their feast,
a hazy dark cloud did cover all things,
the green that was there now turned into brown,
no longer were humans able to sing,
the earth was dying, not making a sound,
then night came.

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A Hero

What is a hero?, some people might say,
One who saves lives, or takes away pain,
One who gives of himself, places others above,
His own earthly needs, and does it for love,
What is a hero?, other people might say,
One who extends his hand, one that saves the day,
One whose heart goes out, to reach those in need,
No matter what the cost, to perform this selfless deed,
But what is a hero?, to this I will say,
It is my lord and savior, to whom I pray,
Jesus is my hero, for he has saved my soul,
With his death on calvary, this was his heavenly goal,
So with this thought, I can say, your a hero to me,
For in you, my savior Jesus, this do I see,
His love and his grace, pour from you for mankind,
And this is what our lord's word said, would be a sign,
Of the ones who love him.

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Trust

What can I say about this word called trust?,
take much care that you don't bring it down,
or its bidding, like steel broken with rust,
will no longer be real or be sound,

Within the whitewash of lying deceit,
lives a foul and indefinite life,
it is passed on like a fading heart beat,
there in so chance it will not cause strife,

Untruthful hands that dare caress this word,
find their thoughts draped within a dark cloud,
holding an anchor where no voice is heard,
whose ending is forever not proud.

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But Not Farewell

Farewell my friend, but not farewell,
What do I know of our tomorrows?,
Our lives held securely in our Lord's hands,
But still inside I feel this sorrow,
Will we meet again in this brief life?,
Our hands clasped in brotherly love,
Our savior knows, in whom we trust,
If not here, it will be up above,
So farewell my friend, but not farewell,
For there is one thing we have together,
The love of our father and our savior above,
With this love we will worship our God forever.

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What Shall I Compare Thee To

What shall I compare thee to?,
A warm summers day,
Not a cloud in the sky,
With a slight gentle breeze,
But the day will pass on by,
A lily of the field,
In which God has clothed,
But it is here today,
And tomorrow no more,
What shall I compare thee to?,
A refreshing drink of water,
With a glacier al birth
Running down a high mountain stream,
But again I will thirst,
A wonderful dream,
Teasing me in the night,
But that too will end,
Come the morning light,
What shall I compare thee to?,
One of God's great gifts,
Of two becoming one
Both of us together,
With the father and the son,
Visitors in this world,
That will soon pass away,
Into a wonderful new kingdom,
And a dawning new day,,
This will I compare thee to.