SHOESTRING SHANE

1) i went to the valley one day, where soldiers go when they're slain, maimed, blown apart, battle stained, o'er yonder hill, forest, and plain. i saw soldiers, all hero famed, who marched to their graves, the unnamed, the bold and the brave, whom glory claimed, who burnt bright till their very last flame. 2) i went to the crossroads one night, i saw the adversary, i put up a fight, he offered me gold for my flight, and a seat from the cloud tops height. i couldn't tell which way was right, when sent to the crossroads that night, so i leant to the cross, to the glorious light, and i went to the morning star bright. 3) i went on a wondrous quest, i was given a battered bronze breast, once worn on the chest, of a hero, no less, who once passed a most dangerous test. He put a dark dragon to rest, and sent it to sleep in its nest. now triumph blessed, at heavens high crest, he is crowned in true gloriousness. 4) i woke from a peculiar dream, thinking things are not quite as the...

Everything is fine, insanity is tamed, when I am with you, and in my vision framed, you are mine again, sweet sweet Mary Jane. I cannot deny your hold on me, you saved me from a dark dream, where it seemed, powder, was an elixir for eternal power, and so I'll sing your name, sweet sweet Mary Jane! I cannot blame you for taking from me, what you have taken, for you protected me, from Brown Sugar on a spoon baking, and earnt more of a claim to me, than she could have ever taken, and so i'm glad i know your name, sweet sweet Mary Jane. so I guess I can say you saved me, and made me wise when you enslaved me! And so I'm glad I learnt your name, and that I became to you chained, and that you called and claimed me, sweet sweet Mary Jane! © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

If you wish me around, look to the clear and starry sky, to the brightest star, in Heavens bounds, with angels I will fly. That's where I'll be, for you to see, until the time you join me, then free, God's realm shall be to us, for everlasting glory. So fear not, dear soul, but look above, pearlescent, there I'm twinkling, the brightest star, to spark your love, when of me, you come to thinking. Eternal, is my resting place, with God, and there I'll wait, until the day, fate brings you my way, through heavens pearly gate. © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

I gazed a moment, yonder far, amazed in wonder, upon a star, a light so bright, the skies ablazed, a sight for all prized eyes to praise. I looked about, and there, in glory, the clouds in chorus, sung their story, "How great the light that's raised above, that might eternal, praised by love." Then way off side, I caught in glancing, that nightly ride of dream enchanting, the moon at dance, with grace, entranced, the skies display, by love enhanced. Upon her surface, divine that glow, displayed for every soul to know, from love's creation, her beauty song, for every eye to ponder on. And as I turned to walk away, an angel crossed my path to say, "The chorus of forever's psalm, for God, I lay upon your palm." And in that moments gaze, was lifted, every doubt of what God gifted me, and suddenly I sung, a brand new song had just begun. And time again became my musing, on this new path which God was choosing, and with times ticking, silence came, to issue me...

When hearts dances, pour bleeding. When spirits prances, fall weakened. When the minds glance has lost all reason. When every sense has lost all feeling! When hope flies in one short leaping. When a soul cries in hurts depleting. When dreams run to deep seated longing. When time becomes again, not your belonging. When once sunned days, fall, ever bleaker. When once blazed colours, seem blander, weaker. When each breaths sigh, cries ever deepening. When the time left flowing, slows, ever creeping. When dawn birds sing no new fresh greeting. When morn rays bring no new fresh heating. When hope seems lost, and faith is beaten. When from hearts dances, loves retreating! © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

I can't fly, as much as I may try, to spread my wings wide, and fly, I can't fly! Whilst I may try, to spread my wings and fly, I'll soon find out why, I can't fly! When I fall from the sky, in my attempts to try, to fly, like a bird, high, I'll know, I can't fly! I'll soon find out why, when I fall from the sky, why I cannot fly, even though I still may try! But one day I will fly, way up in that sky, even though I will not try, my Lord will call me high. And I will upward fly, to that golden light, way up in the sky where I shall fly! © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

Walk tall, I say, my fallen son, get up again, stand up and run, and when again, you come to fall, stand up again, my son, walk tall. Stand up, be proud, but not in vain, for when you slip, stand up again, and use the pain, from falling down, to lift you back up from the ground. Jump up and fly, my chosen one, stand up high, and touch the sun, for stars above, await your light, so jump up high, and touch the sky. Be wise, my son, alight your soul, be wise, and hear my spirit call, ignite the fire, whose bright flames roar, alight your soul forever more. Stand up, my son, stand up, walk tall, and even when you slip and fall, stand up the same, stand high, aloft, to start again, where you left off. © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

It's gone again, it's gone to dust, That glory might, left weak, to rust. It's gone again, from light to grey, Once raiment bright, now bleak in waste. It's gone again, lain somewhere lost, That thing once prized, now sideways tossed. It's gone again, assumed to last, Once great and true, now cursed to pass. It's gone again, that thing once blessed, It's waned, it's left, it's laid to rest. It's gone again, that font of hope, Once glowed, ashine, now gone, eloped! It's gone again, it faded fast, That hope eternal, which proved just past. It's gone again, diminished, complete, Now shards of jewelled dreams beneath my feet. © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

Do not cry when I have gone, when the death bell is rung, and rings my song, for within my lines, a monument lives on, so I'll not die, but will live forever long, every time my monument is sung. So do not cry when I am done, when I have run, to some far off land, taken by fates hand, when death has won, for I'll live on, in the monument of a song, and will become, eternal, like the presence of the sun. So do not cry when I fly on, when I decide my day has come, and cannot wait around for another one, when I am weak, and no longer strong, and my sunset has come and gone, when wings raise me to where stars belong, do not cry when I have gone. So do not cry, when I rest in my eternal bed, for I'll not be dead, but will survive instead, every time my rhymes are read! © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

what great wonder, what tragedy, God's thunder struck in Calvary, the temple curtain, divine concealed, in no uncertain terms revealed. the baying crowd, for blood did lust, and flayed that shroud, redemption's must, and fated heavens wings to seal, the sins of flesh, by faith's repeal. by hate, whose reins held tight by man, bound in chains, stripped, whipped, and hanged, a yoke to choke, astride a tree, the criminals numbered more than three! and from that lucifer addiction, came blood lust, wrapped in crucifixion, but faith from joy, gave hopes election, and saved us all by resurrection. the love of humankind, by purple gowned, his mercies blind, by hatred crowned, the King Of Jews, in mocking toy, to bring to man, redemption's ploy. from human loathing, and hatreds gain, the love of loves by man was slain, the tree of life, in heaven planted, by love, has now on earth been granted, by grace of faith, by truth now shone, our place, to heaven bound, we long, by mankin...

1) She was my sun, the light which brightened up my being. By her very sight, when sure embraces won, I knew that it was love that I was feeling. 2) She was my true dream, for whom I prayed and pleaded. With her display of beauty, I knew in every way that she was all I ever needed. 3) She was my star, that spark which every night enthralled me. Without her surviving in my heart, dark shall be the only light which rules me! 4) And now she's gone, my adoration, cast aside, forever tossed. Life again has lost its colors, and my heart hurts too much to ever thaw the frost! (epilogue) Like an angel, she, sailing upon God's breeze, blown my way by chance, upon the gusts of serendipity. She only left me with her trance, before I lost her sight to never. And now I'm left with but a glance, a glimpse, adance, only in my heart forever! © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

I like to feel the wind upon my fingertips, as I walk along moonlit corridors,  with my imagination scoring ballads to the sky, for the crows and magpies, and the bees and butterflies, and the clouds which pass me by, so that I may fly, forever high,  way up in that silver sky. I like to feel the waves beneath my feet, as I wade within the oceans inky deep, and serenade the currents toss and sway, treading water, to keep those depths at bay, so that dwelling dark, may not pull me down, to where the spark is lost, and never found. So I praise my waking from the night, and the rising chorus of dawn in flight, in mourning for the warming sun, their song, a brand new day has come! I like to recite poems to the sky, to the stars, up high, where angels fly, and dance away the night upon Heavens window sill, sprinkling sparkled dust, so the skies can fill with the golden light, of another day, so that we may hope it shines our way, and finds our hearts, full of the love, which only c...

As I look across the hazy bay, I see Her sparkle shine my way, that emerald beauty on display, the jewels of Europe's crown, are they! I listen to the foaming spray, Her love song carried by the wave, where Her alluring gentle plays, to win my soul, for all my days! The more I hear, the more I need to see, the beauty, which She pleads to me, from across that swollen sea, so I must go, and with Her, be! And through the waves, which golden flow, from Her banks, where I must go, Her treasures wait, so bold, on show, in the beauty of Her kin, aglow! And so, She waits for me, I know, somewhere, at the end of a rainbow, there She lulls, and calls for me, the Siren of a stolen sea! So I must go, to where She waits, deep within Her oceans fate, beyond the gates of blackness deep, where Her loss and sorrows sleep! And there I see, Her precious tree, of which, the Golden Bough, is me! so I must go, to Her calling, where other Golden Boughs have fallen! And so, Her wind shall be my steed, for...

In my time of darkness, when all light around me faded. In my blanket of forgetfulness, into life's deep woes, I waded. Then from a place unexpected, came a shining light. From a place I least suspected, came to me a wonderful surprise. In my time of dark days, when shadows filled my ways. In the darkness of my empty space, when all my colours were painted grey. From a most unexpected place, came to me pure golden rays. From a place I least expected such display, came a light to shine my way. Now my days are filled with light, where once only darkness touched my path. From a blinding brightness, came new sight, and new shinning rays in which to bath. So in new ways, I took to flight, with glories might, and angels bold and stark, golden, in the contrast of that blackened night, in my battle against the dark! © 2025 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com