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Skipping Stones There's a soldier's shadow Where the world was torn There's a beating heart On the ocean floor There are skipping stones And faded jeans There is glory, halleluiah In a soldier's dreams There's a soldier's widow In a field of flowers There's a painted picture Sacrificed for towers There are skipping stones And wax pressed leaves There is glory halleluiah In a soldier's dream There's a soldier's daughter With the soldier's son Holding hands at the tombstone In the setting sun There are skipping stones And handkerchiefs There is glory, halleluiah In a soldier's dream There's a soldier's shadow Where a child stood brave It's an endless battle But the game's still played There are skipping stones And mysteries There is glory, halleluiah In a soldier's dream There's a soldier's shadow On the ocean floor One by one they walk past us Still we throw one more There are skipping stones On broken seas There is glory, halleluiah In a soldier's dream There's a soldier's shadow In a dead mans war We remain unchanged And we throw twelve more We are skipping stones So naturally There is glory, halleluiah In a soldier's dream written by theresa halfacre  The suns on the window Waiting on the stars It’s got a long time to wait While I'm driving in my car The stereo still plays It may be old but it’s loud It drowns out the feelings Of this merry-go-round Dreams leave an invisible trail Another story goes to sleep While I’m driving in my car Every side of every road People push you around And, I’m stuck in the middle Of this time and this town While I’m driving in my car The world turns its shoulder We wait for the calm We’ve got a long time to wait Before we turn back around My conscience doesn’t fade It's kinda old and it’s harsh When it spins me around While I'm driving in my car chorus The sun fades on the window Out come the stars Out comes the energy That got me this far While I’m driving in my car I’m still driving in my car I’m just dreaming in my car In the middle of this time And this town Theresa smith Halfacre, July 14th, 2008 4:56 p.m. I’m moving to a calmer state of mind Above the oceans; where the world is blind No more black and no more white No less peace on earth tonight I’m moving to a calmer state of mind I’m moving to a clearer state of mind Above the mountains, where my heart can find Dreamlike imaginations, quieting the night Effortless affections, an impressive honest lie I’m moving to clearer state of mind Chorus I’ll meet Jesus in the air With all the screw-ups I met down here Fannie and Freddie and Mercury the cat I'll take DC's painting to hell and back And meet Jesus in the air With alll the screw-ups I met down here Passing the hat to the boys in band Yeah, I’ll meet Jesus in the air Jesus, in the air I’m moving to a freer state of mind Away from bullshit wrapped up in disguise No more decisions about what to decide No less truth to complicate the lies I’m moving to a freer state of mind I’m moving to an endless state of mind Beyond reality, where my free will never dies Infectious beauty, inspiring words collide Faithful companions, all the bloodshed set aside I’m moving to an endless state of mind Bridge There’s a countryside surrounding me There’s one less darker dream A promised land for all God damned If God really damned anything We’re unforgiving, unforgiving Side by side So I think I’ll step aside and... chorus Please send questions, comments and answers to: theresahalfacre@att.net  ;void(0)) I walk the woods like footsteps out of sight While music from the campfires fill the night Finding ways to make some dreams come true Thinking about a campfire next to you I see the woods like an hourglass sees the sand Music from the campfires turns into a band Finding ways to bring them home to me Thinking about a campfire in my dreams chorus The grass is all but gone My feet still move along Move along, I don’t know where Branches hanging down Cover a gray trail now Move along, I don’t know where Just keep walking, I’ll get there Just keep walking, I’ll get there I walk the woods and follow a little stream While my dog runs alongside a steady breeze Finding ways to find a home again Nothing’s stranger, than the stranger that I’ve been I see the woods like an owl see’s the night A backwards glance is clear in the lowest light Finding ways to turn my life from greed A native land is the only life I need chorus I think I’ll tape the music to the side of my truck Grab the campfire and woods and load them up There’s not much I can’t do when I dream My imagination is the only thing I need I close my eyes; build a campfire under the moon Saturday night harmonies in the middle of my room I found a way to make a dream come true Thinking about a campfire next to you Bridge A lazy day makes a lazy night Sometimes they turn out alright No telephones, no door bells ring Not too much is happening Campfires in the woods It’s got me feeling pretty good written by theresa smith halfacre february 9, 2008 January 15, 2008 Work has been great these past few days. I have a new employee working with me and I thoroughly enjoy her. I love the way she interacts with the residents, I love her smile, and I love her sweet and outgoing disposition. I finally feel like the residents will get what they deserve -- the very best we can give them. On politics (on dancer and prancer and vixen): I've been getting a number of e-mails regarding Barack Obama. The content of these e-mails surprise me to some degree. Not because of what they tell me about Barack Obama; rather, what they tell me about the sender of the e-mail. So, Obama was born to a "black MUSLIM"? As opposed to what? A white Muslim? And Obama's mother was a "white Atheist" from Wichita, Kansas? So, that makes her different than a black Atheist from Wichita, Kansas? He spent time in a Muslim School and a Catholic school, so this makes him what? What's your point? To me, it demonstrates that he has lived and obtained more knowledge and understanding than most. Additionally, it would seem this would lessen the prejudices that we all carry within us. We are human. We should work to try and understand and accept other cultures and races. We are afforded opinions and instincts. We cannot afford to judge select pieces of a story or a life. If you've never had a conversation with a Muslim, you don't know what you're missing. There are radicals and terrorists everywhere; however, most Muslims are peaceful people. I don't know if I'll be supporting Obama, Clinton, or McCain. The possibility of a McCain-Lieberman ticket interests me and so does one of the democratic front runners with Edwards as their VP. It's unfortunate Joe Biden is out of the race. I respect this guy. Again, please research and get to know the truth about our candidates. And, if you're going to send a political e-mail to me, please make sure it's factual if it's regarding someone’s character or background. I'm all for a good joke; however, I have no interest in sabotage. ;void(0)) ... will not be booking artists. There's little joy in that part of the business and even less money. I'm enjoying the shows and the music, and that's good enough ... for now. I'm writing for therapy and enjoyment. Words come relatively easily to me. That dosen't mean that my songs, poems and stories are always good. They are what they are: fact, fiction, love, hate, lost and found. It's that simple. ;) I hope you enjoy some of the photo's. Check out the links page and go to a show! Support the artist, music and venues before they're all gone for good. Most importantly, live for peace. We have an election coming up. Please learn about the canidates and their intentions for the lives of Americans and our future. I'll be adding information on canidates to this web site soon. Another year is quickly leaving us. I'm kinda glad to let it go. I want 2008 to be great, but it's going to be a year that will change our lives as we send President Bush on his merry way. Out of respect for the office he holds, I'd like to thank him for something; however, nothing comes to mind. He loves his wife and their dogs and I'm sure he loves this country; however, he has a deadly way of showing it. OK. That's my very short rant. They will get longer ... promise. 
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