Buttons My Writing Intro We Are Blind Steve Krantz\'s Love Poem To *You* Come Sit With Me From The Center Of My Guts It Comes Easy, It Comes Hard All Those Lost Sunrises Our Dream Butterfly Dawn Through It All The Sermon Ended A Man Will Come i wish be gentle Hey star! The hours lend themselves My kingdom, which is me Seasons are perhaps like Freedom The War Comes Home Soon there'll be snow to cool the hurt In the snow white silences how we have bled like a melody lost, we are again The Magick Maker