Air Of Mystery - (July 4th 1998)
Written by / copyright - Greg Jones

The many times I've perfected all of my creative works
Splashing my talents onto an empty page
Learning to master the spirit deep within me
And caress my soul that grows with moving age
My presence I believe is good, true and special
A touch of mystery in where it all came from
A heavenly place might be the place where I was born
But my motherly earth is the birthplace where I truly belong
My air of mystery, my creative space
A loving void that surrounds me whole
It gives me my inner majesty, and holds together my life
And bounds all the regions between my heart and my soul
I can walk through many hardships and never bear a scar
As if I were an immortal man, or an incredible magician
People may one day admire me from afar
But rarely in this lifetime has my heart been given just recognition
One day when I leave the arms of her, my precious mother earth
With a silent voice, no beating heart and a presence long gone
Someone, somewhere will awaken the sleepy spirit
Feeling something real within my poetry and song

Walk Into My Life - (July 14th 1998)
Written by / copyright - Greg Jones

Autumn morning, bitter breeze
Brittle leaves lay on the path
I'm alone and walking freely
As the sun rises over the horizon
A new day dawns, she is a fresh beginning
Clean, cool air glides over my face
Here she comes, her hair is gleaming
Sunlight dances in her grace
She is faith, she is hope
She warms a heart that once was cold
She walks into my life this morning
She is strong, loving and bold