Jump,
Into my clothes,
I'm late for school!
Where's my shoe?

Run,
To the corner,
Where's the bus?
There it is!

Chase,
The bus down the street.
Fall into the uncomfortable seat.
I forgot my wallet!

Arrive,
At school, ten minutes to go.
Try to bum some cash.
‘Sorry I don't have any extra.'

Sleep,
Through all my classes
Wake up for homeroom,
It's too noisy to sleep.

Listen,
To other people's private lives.
Act like I'm working,
Always hearing the results of jokes.

Wait,
On the long trip home.
The front of the bus is quiet,
The back is out of their seats.

Flee,
From the crazy bus.
Walk in the door
And collapse on the floor!

Relax,
Forget to do important homework,
Not to worry,
Tomorrow's another day!
   --Andrew Jones
 
 

 

Night

Slowly the sky turns red,
I can't get this picture out of my head.
The sun is hiding it's face,
I worry about neither time nor place.

Without warning, it becomes very dark,
I don't know where to go, was that a bark?
Oh, no there's a nearby howl,
And in the distance, wakes an Owl.

I run away from, I know not where,
I come to a deep stream and do not care.
Through the trees and shadows the moon cowers,
Rising up at night in these late, late hours.

But is the moon friend or foe?
Of which I do not know.
Show me that I am prey?
Or beckon me to go this way?

I follow slowly the dim lit skies,
Until I can hardly believe my eyes!
A smokestack rears up from the ground,
It's my home, my home I've found!

    --Andrew Jones
 
 

 

The Trip

I'm taking a trip to Fredricksburg,
It's a place of which I have not yet heard.
I wanted to drive alone,
But they said it was too far from home.
I tried to put up a fight,
and they said that I might,
invite some local relatives.

I'm packing my things so I can flee,
While saying, "Nobody cares about ME!"
I scramble out the front door,
Which was harder to do than ever before,
And I think to myself, ‘Maybe,
They really do care about me.'
So I take a ‘family trip' to Fredricksburg.

    --Andrew Jones
 
 

 

Salvation

I sit and I wait in the balmy heat,
 it's Jesus I'm here to meet.
I don't know who or what he is,
 they tell me he wants me to be his.

I don't see Jesus coming for me,
 but saved on the altar is where I'm supposed to be.
I can't follow the beliefs of others
 but everyone up there is one of my brothers.
 

I don't want to rise
 and raise my hands to the skies.
I want to stay in my seat,
 Jesus, just isn't here for me to meet!

I give in,
 I say you win.
I'll lie and be saved,
 but my heart has been caved,

into itself forever...

    --Andrew Jones