1. Mystery of Me

From the recording Once Upon a Crime


Don’t know why I feel what I feel, don’t know why I do what I do.
I pray for every sunrise to reveal another clue.
I try to psychoanalyze myself, examine every thought that molded me,
Study artifacts upon my shelf – my history.
Living with the mystery of me, living with the answers still unknown,
Holding to the truth that sets me free, I’m not alone.
Living with the mystery… of me.
Looking in the mirror I see reflections of the sacred and profane,
The ever-changing image puzzles me, both mad and sane.
I’m seeking for the love that makes me whole, but hiding from the One who loves me best.
Striving to accomplish every goal, when I need rest.
I’d be lying if I told you…the suspense is killing me,
If anything, it makes me more alive.
Living with the questions gives a certain fascination to the
Mystery, the music, the moments I survived.