Steve Jones

Russian women walk alone
but I hear them cry as one.
War is all they've ever known.
I hear Russian women crying.
See the trees
blow in the breeze.
Listen.
In the wind
I hear Russian women crying.
The wind will blow over
every Russian soldier
far from his home
that lay dead or dying.
I hear Russian women crying.

Sleet and freezing rain
are the tears of Russian women.
Women born in knowing
that what they love
will soon be dying.
And they will be placing
flowers on a stone.
I hear Russian women crying.

Melting snow leaves fields of mud.
Artists paint and write with blood.
War is all they've ever known.
I hear Russian women crying.
Light a candle
and you pray.
There is no music,
no ballet.
These are things,
so you've been told,
for those that dine
in rooms of gold
and live to see their sons grow old.
I hear Russian women crying.

I hear Russian children crying.
I hear Russian sisters crying.
I hear Russian fathers crying.
I hear Russian daughters crying.
I hear Russian brothers crying.
I hear Russia crying.

Steve Jones 2026

If I were to die quietly today
What would I miss.
Would anyone notice.
If I were to breathe my last breath today.
Would I feel my pain leave me.
Would I feel my sins wash away.
Would I hear a voice say.
You are forgiven.
You can go home now son.

If I were to die quietly today.
I might fall down hard.
I might just fade away.
If my eyes were to close
for the last time today.
Would my life flash before me.
Would the time I wasted
be all that I see.
Would I hear a voice say.
Your others are waiting.
You can go home now son.

If I were to die quietly today.
Will my soul leave my body
on the earth still turning.
If I were to speak my last word today.
Would I try to apologize.
Would I ask for one more day.
Would I hear a voice say.
Your time here is done.
Go home now son.
Go home.

Steve Jones 2026

You know her love could fill the oceans
as she surrounds you like a wave.
But loving her takes more than notions
you must learn to be her slave.

Having seen man's many faces
she will always guard the seas.
When she takes you, she leaves no traces
just leaves you feeling so at ease.

A wave and me in harmony
so I can feel her love surround me.
A wave and me in harmony
that's the way it has to be.

She would have to take you under
with all the force of the sea.
Before you could begin to wonder
how she made a slave of me.


Steve Jones 2026

I've got a new woman now
says she can fix me.
Thinks she'll have something
when the fixing is done.
That's some hard believing
a journey with no end in sight.

Just let go
I'll hold on.
Every step of the way
I'll be by your side.
Hold my hand dear
and walk with me.
Hold my hand and
sing your song for me.

You shined your light on me
as I'm sure you do everyone.
Still, you shined your light on me.
And I held your hand in a dream.
A dream about love.
I will tell our story
though it has just begun.
Is love and kindness
enough to fix someone.
It will seem to be so
if you hear this song.

If you can save me
be my savior.
If I need healing
be my cure.
When I see you walk
I want to watch you walk.
When I hear you talk
I hear your song for me.
Hold my hand dear
and walk with me.

If I say yes
when I'm called upon
how will I know
when the fixing is done.

Steve Jones 2026

The promise of August
is more comfortable days
and blue skies again.
Everyone is tempted by
her seductive ways.
She will deliver.
Her promise kept.

I want to breathe in August.
I want to run barefoot at the shore.
On the hard sand at low tide.
I'll start my run into the wind.

I want to see the blue sky
and body surf in August.
I want the rush.
Ride a wave to shore
then push myself up in
the shallow water.
Salt water fills all my pores.
I am the Atlantic.

August dances lightly
in the palm of my hand.
Then the wind takes her
away with the sand.

August oh August
where has the time gone.
Gone with
the carnival sounds
and the anticipation.
Gone with
the boardwalk sights
and all the sensations.
Gone with
the longboard surfers
that deny summer ends.
Seen only in telescope pictures
by family and friends.

Steve Jones 2026

I must have missed
the horns
herald my arrival.
The war is over.
There are no survivors.
By chance
I made it to the gate.
With no food and only
what water I can carry.
Forget the silver.
Leave the gold behind.
They prove to be dead weight.
Too many miles to go.
Too many souls to bury.

I walked out
into the wilderness
for the first time without fear.
I knew my body
would not get me far
but man, my head was clear.
I know it's a long shot.
It seems so far away.
That I might be able
to get alright today.

I could not go home.
The things I've seen.
The things I've done.
I can hear the thunder.
The rain is falling horizontally.
Washing me away.
Returning me to the sea.

I saw the devil
the same time he saw me.
We were treading water
far out in the deep blue sea.
They will say the struggle
ended that night
but no one won.
It was ended though
by a man
with one bullet in his gun.

Steve Jones 2026

I see you
carry yourself like a Queen.
There is a King
that lives among us.
Only you will see him.
Everything about you is enough.
I believe you are endless.
I believe you were born for this.

Carry yourself like a Queen.
Your King will notice.
I see you
caring for everyone.
Like a Queen.
A smile for everyone
that needs one.
I believe your flesh
to be a sacred place.
Blessed will be anyone
you allow a taste.

You are my Queen.
I hope to be
a subject with a name.
Bent by the weight of karma
I know I am no King.

Steve Jones 2026

Smiling fondly
you still can remember when
love and you
walked hand in hand.
Now alone and every step is pain
and anguish holds you in it's hand.
Still, you hold onto one slim hope
that if you can keep from dying today
tomorrow you may live, not just be alive.
Pain and fantasy is all there is.

I want to tell you that things will get better.
I really do want to believe this.
But until I see so for myself.
I cannot say so to someone else.
Pain and fantasy is all there is.

Smiling fondly you still can remember when
you held a new life in your hands
as others gathered all around you.
A good day, so long ago.
A good day.
I must have said that before
to someone I used to know.
Pain and fantasy is all there is.

Smiling fondly.
You long for one more
warm Christmas cookie
you made with your mother.
And to pick one more tomato
in your grandfather's garden.
And for a moment
not care that
pain and fantasy
is all there is.


Steve Jones 2026