The Rising Sun 
Cutting through the grey 
Shredding the darkness 
And bearing its bright truth 
A powerful sign 
Able to enlighten and blind 
Some people see in the light 
Others are blinded by it 
Not all people are lucky enough 
To see its beauty 
They walk in despair 
Blinded by the light around them 
They cry and complain 
Call out in anguish 
But see no one to help them 
Those who offer their aid 
Are refused 
The blind are too afraid of the dark 
Afraid of strangers met in the dark 
Afraid of anyone who holds out a hand 
Especially those that see in the light 
Is not bothered by it 
Learns from it 
So walk in the sun dear friend 
And open your eyes to its beauty 
And open your heart to its truth 
And I will hold out my hand to help you 

Tonight's Destiny
By Charles Moffat

Tonights destiny is but a rumour of the past 
We slide past the window, wondering what will last 
Every deja vu is unforetold 
The future dies as we live it 
Reincarnated as a thing of the past 
Our memories follow a forked road 
A road to dusty dreams 
And photographic purity 
Leaving so many todays as breadcrumbs on the ground