Faster and faster each year they would go,
Till the fastest connection seemed way too slow.
No longer did anyone need company around.
Who needs a friend when there’s so much to be found?

With the children all snug away alone in their beds,
Happily playing with visions of death scenes filling their heads.
Laptops, television and computer game boxes at hand.
Parents don’t need a babysitter; there is no demand.

No longer are they children, but miniature adults,
Being thrust into a world filled with lust and cults.
The family table holds nothing but dust,
And the living room center is no longer a must.

In a house that no longer holds family traditions,
Sharing family stories isn’t an appealing addition.
A night with a Storybook, who needs to read out loud;
With books that read for you, two is a crowd.

Social skills are lacking in a solitary world of confinement.
Manners aren’t necessary, no need to refine them.
Then suddenly one year Cyberspace disappeared,
And the roar from the crowd could be heard far and near.

Suddenly people didn’t know what to do;
And sitting alone, they each cried boo hoo.
As each day passed the crowd thought the end was here;
But Cyberspace was lost, and didn’t reappear.

Slowly the isolated crowd came together
To share their thoughts, not talk of the weather.
Having not seen a human in quite a long time,
They struggled to find at least a few ties that bind.

The elders came out of their bedrooms with care
To share how it used to be and to compare.
How the family unit was today versus then,
And what fun they would have with just paper and pen.

A time when the family played games on a board,
and the family table held more than power cords.
When camping meant fires, guitars and no phones,
And being on vacation didn’t mean faxes and ring tones.

When family and friends were cherished, not a commodity,
And talking with your neighbor was more than an oddity.
With Cyberspace gone everyone decided to give it a try:
This old-fashioned way, when the Internet didn’t apply.

At first it was hard, no one knew what to say;
But soon it caught on and for more than a day!
Suddenly the violence so often on the street
Calmed down to a hush and thuggery saw defeat.

No longer was it necessary to lock all your doors;
Visiting with family was no longer a chore.
Family and friends now gathered all the time
To share special moments without any crime.

When Cyberspace was restored and crept back inside,
The parents cried no; you could hear it worldwide!
So with careful discretion they allowed its use,
But with strict supervision and no way to abuse.

And so without all the clamor or deafening cries,
The world became better; no one could deny.
Cyberspace is an asset to that I confess;
But without limitations, it leads to a mess.

Peace on Earth — Good Will To Men Copyright 2006 Jaci Rae and North Shore Records, Inc.

Her beauty is fragile, never to be touched by human hands. Never to be seen by human eyes.
She is delicate my China Doll.

Her finely chiseled features and delicate golden eyes, shield themselves from others.
She does not want to be shattered, my China Doll.

The shell she is in at any given moment may break, leaving her heart open and frightened.
What will she do then, my China Doll.

Her soul is ready to take flight, but her wings have only soared once and then they were broken.
Who will heal my little China Doll?

She loves, she lives, and her heart is like fine rice paper, ready to crumble at the slightest touch.
Her strength comes from pain, my China Doll.

She remains hidden under sheathes of satin, waiting for a velvet touch to set her free.
She is ready to feel again, my little China Doll.

I Feel the strength of you in me;
Easing the frailty of my life.
Eyes pierce the core of my deepest emotions;
I feel their touch wounding me slightly.

A hand on my silent flesh, burns, leaving it’s mark behind.
Icy word freeze my passion.
Strong sweet smells linger in the distance.

Colors scant, the raven crossed;
The sky of gray and black to swoon.
The hills no longer sing in tune.
Sparrow, Lark, their songs are lost.

But where is life when love is gone?
I looked but nothing left is found.
Heaven not Hell, glory bound.
When day meets night, all alone.

Faster and faster each year they would go;
‘Till the fastest connection seemed way too slow.
No longer did anyone need company around;
Who needs a friend when there’s so much to be found?

With the children all snug away alone in their beds;
Happily playing with visions of death scenes filling their heads.
Laptops, television and computer game boxes at hand;
Parents don’t need a babysitter, there is no demand.

No longer are they children, but miniature adults;
Being thrust into a world filled with lust and cults.
The family table holds nothing but dust;
And the living room center is no longer a must.

In a house that no longer holds family traditions.
Sharing family stories isn’t an appealing addition;
A night with a storybook, who needs to read out loud;
With books that read for you, two is a crowd.

Social skills are lacking in a solitary world of confinement;
Manners aren’t necessary, no need to refine them.
Then suddenly one year Cyberspace disappeared;
And the roar from the crowd could be heard far and near.

Suddenly people didn’t know what to do;
And sitting alone, they each cried boo hoo.
As each day passed the crowd thought the end was here;
But Cyberspace was lost, and didn’t reappear.

Slowly the isolated crowd came together;
To share their thoughts, not talk of the weather.
Having not seen a human in quite a long time;
They struggled to find at least a few ties that bind.

The elders came out of their bedrooms with care;
To share how it used to be and to compare.
How the family unit was today versus then;
And what fun they would have with just paper and pen.

A time when the family played games on a board;
And the family table held more than power chords.
When camping meant fires, guitars and no phones;
And being on vacation didn’t mean faxes and ring tones.

When family and friends were cherished, not a commodity;
And talking with your neighbor was more than an oddity.
With Cyberspace gone everyone decided to give it a try;
This old-fashioned way, when the Internet didn’t apply.

At first it was hard, no one knew what to say;
But soon it caught on and for more than a day!
Suddenly the violence so often on the street;
Calmed down to a hush and thuggery saw defeat.

No longer was it necessary to lock all your doors;
Visiting with family was no longer a chore.
Family and friends now gathered all the time;
To share special moments without any crime.

When Cyberspace was restored and crept back inside;
The parents cried no, you could hear it worldwide!
So with careful discretion they allowed its use;
But with strict supervision and no way to abuse.

And so without all the clamor or deafening cries;
The world became better, no one could deny.
Cyberspace is an asset to that I confess;
But without limitations, it leads to a mess.

Peace on Earth — Good Will To Men
Copyright 2008 Jaci Rae and North Shore Records, Inc.

So many times we laughed and we shared;
So many times we said I love you and I care.
The happiness, the sadness, and the fights galore;
All these things were wrapped into one and more.
Time seemed to slip by and then go away;
Now it’s graduation day.

So many times wondering if we’ll remember what we’ve learned;
The credits, the honors, and the scholarships we’ve earned.
The trips, the sneak days, cutting a class;
For all these years we thought they’d never pass.
Time seemed to slip by, and then go away;
Now it’s graduation day.

And so my friends, I want to dedicate this to you;
For the good times and the sad, yes there’s been a few of those too.
The tears streak down my face, the memories to stay;
Because now my friends, it’s graduation day.

Copyright North Shore Records, Inc. and Jaci Rae