Reg was reading the Telegraph the other day and was surprised to see all this fuss about children and screens filling the front page and following pages. Why? when theres a war going on.... so Reg got to thinking and wrote a song…

I walked through roads I can’t rewind, Old mistakes still cross my mind. But every scar and every fall Was just a lesson after all. I won’t erase the things I’ve been, They shaped the soul that lives within. No chains from yesterday…

There is a silence that is not empty but full without witnesses. No eyes seeking you, no voices bearing your name, no hands confirming that you are there. And yet you are there. Not as an echo of what others recognize, not…

You threw your words like knives in the air, Thought I’d stay and fight you there. But I’ve learned something you don’t see, My peace means more than proving me. Every shout, every twisted line, Tried to pull my heart into your fight…

No lyrics yet. Will flollow.

He walks like a quiet notification never opened, hovering on the edge of her day. His jokes land softly like feathers in a crowded room no one notices how carefully he chose them. In mirrors, he practices being effortless, tilting…

Hey, look back there I am do you look at me? oh, your beauty is haunting me hey I love you are you looking back? you scare me your beauty is too much oh, I love you so just believe me you scare me your beauty is too much…

Friendship is the quiet kind of love no grand declarations, no trembling confessions, just a steady presence that lingers like warmth in a room long after the fire is gone. It is the hand that doesn’t ask to be held but is always there…

Monday drags like a shadow on my feet Coffee’s cold, same faces on repeat Clock hands crawl like they’re stuck in glue Every little thing just reminds me of you Counting down the days, I’m barely getting by Living for a moment that feels…

You can build your towers high into the sky, Polish every dream until it shines. But the wind reminds the tallest walls of time, And the dust will take what pride defines. Gold fades, names fall from the stone, Every road we walk we walk…

Many years ago, in a softer season of my life, there was someone who knew the quiet ways I spoke how I lingered in doorways, how I laughed a second too late, how I said “I’m fine” and meant something else. We built something then not grand…

Recorded this late at night while camped near Newspaper Rock in Utah. In the morning we saw tracks of a mountain lion that had been circling our camp...

I think this was recorded very late at night under a pine tree in Torrey Utah. I could be wrong..

Written in the late 1980s. Recorded in Ed Abbeys old Moab house in the early 90s. Very personal song.

Through the Thorns Chorus: Yeah, yeah, He is my Hope! In Him, I am stronger. The Lord upholds my soul, my faithful Provider. I walk by grace, in His warm embrace. He’s the Way, the Truth, and the Life! I surrender to His will, my Rock…