A Soldier's Tale

Wake Up Feeling Good

Go To Bed Frequently Lost In The Wood

A Soldier's Tale Of Soul Winning Love

No Drunken Stuff Spewing Out Of My Mouth

All Over Now Out

Birdsong In The Night

The Sound Drags A Net Through The Twilight

Emptiness In Computors Bothers Me

These Are The Seas In Our Minds

We Make Our Own Confine In Time