PTL writes a country song!

Now I remember.
My first steps here
The shear excitement, and that subtle fear.
Now I remember.
How we first met
You came right over,
and some time we spent.
A name of angels,
and a face so cute
Straight through my heart, 

you sunk that root.

but this is college
no time for chains
My daddy told me,
y'all women like trains.
There's another comin.
Comin right around
I'll find my baby,
She must be found.

Well soon ya left me,
for another man
left your old lover, your biggest fan.
And I threw some punches,
and I got around
and before you knew it,
My new baby was found.
Her eyes like oceans,
and her skin like silk
This one was better,
much past the ilk

But this is college.
no time for chains
My daddy told me,
y'all women like trains.
There's another comin.
Comin right around
I'll find my baby,
She must be found.

And soon I left ya.
I said no more.
Behind them blue eyes, 

was such a bore
So I began to wander 

and search around
It seems my baby
just can't be found.

but this is college
no time for chains
My daddy told me,
y'all women like trains.
There's another comin.
Comin right around
I'll find my baby,
She must be found.

And then I found her
where she'd always been
Searching round just like me
Not where, but when.
And we went for dinner.
and we saw the stars
and we watched some movies,
and we hit the bars.
We made that bed creak,
with sounds of lust
That heart was beatn',
you cleared the rust.
I found my baby
But she ain't fond me
And so she left me,
Despite my plea.

And this was college
and I want some chains
My mamma told me
y'all women like planes
We can soar together,
But now I'm goin down in flames
I found my baby,
But she ain't found me.

The Cliff of Opportunity

Here I stand on the Cliff of Opportunity,

Wishing desperately for an ounce of immunity.

The fear has settled to deep down inside

but if I miss my jump I’m in for a ride.

With such great risk it’s easy to fail.

but the head is surely the envy of tail.

The jump off the cliff is much, much too great,

but life won’t let me deny my fate.

Here I stand on the Cliff of Opportunity

and failure to jump will have no impunity.

The brain is raw from the internal fight,

but the heart is strong and knows it’s right.

The fall is deep and I know the peril,

but the other side is much more sterile.

The grey and gloom will change to bliss,

the scars and scabs now a hug and kiss.

Here I stand on the Cliff of Opportunity

as time stretched on it became a community.

For here we sat in fear of our fear, 

when the answer to jump was clearly so clear.

The Hunter's Lament

The prowler stalks the populous wood,

the prey is among him, he'd strike if he could.

He follows and corners, but stays his hand
He searches and hunts throughout the land

The largest, the grandest, the greatest alive,
Was sadly his quickest for death to arrive.
The hunt was over before it began,
The prize was caught before it ran.

The ultimate catch, it hangs on the wall.
The envy of many, it's know by all.
Yet the hunter is restless, not stalled by the prize.
With each passing night, his soul slowly sighs.

The hunt had ended before it began.
Years of training, that made the man.
Does he shed the glory to finally be free?
To hunt in the woods, to feel god's glee.

Though envied he is, happy he's not.
Ashamed he's not as proud as the lot.
The hunter has claimed the grandest prize.
but it never was really about the size.