Copyright 2024 - Mark Ruester - All Rights Reserved
October 1, 2024
Digital Only
Mark Ruester
Mark Ruester


Keyboards, Electric Bass,
Percussion and Vocals, Electric Guitars, Acoustic Guitar
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Well here we are, it's 2024 and we still have the homeless problem in the United States. One might ask how that's possible. Supposedly national and local governments have been addressing the issue for years upon years. Yet, the problem persists.

One wonders if those we vote for truly represent our values. I'm sure you have your own views on that. I will only say this. If I could solve the issue myself, I would have by now. At last, all I can do is dig an old stale tune out from the Mimes On Rollercoasters archive; brush the dust off a bit and give it another go-round. Maybe that will draw some attention to the crisis once again.

Please enjoy what you have and help others when you can. We are one world.

-Mark

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In The Morning Sun (2024)

When the morning comes, he finds himself asleep. Feel the rising sun; it warms him with its heat.
Dew settled on, the ground around his feet. See the joggers run, over near the street.
The morning's here; wash away the fear. Another day, he cannot find his way.
He feels the breeze; hear birds sing in the trees. He wants to run, there in the morning sun.

The children circle him, and whisper to themselves. They could never know, his life's a living hell.
It's time he should move on, still lying where he fell. He's a day older now, but who could ever tell?
The morning's here; wash away the fear. Another day, he cannot find his way.
He feels the breeze; hear birds sing in the trees. He wants to run, there in the morning sun.

The morning's here; wash away the fear. Another day, he cannot find his way.
He feels the breeze; hear birds sing in the trees. He wants to run, there in the morning sun.

The moment freezes him; a thought has crossed his mind. Suddenly he realized, his bottle he can't find.
He searches  frantically; something's caught his eye. A brown paper bag; he leaves a shallow sigh.
The morning's here; wash away the fear. Another day, he cannot find his way.
He feels the breeze; hear birds sing in the trees. He wants to run, there in the morning sun.

The morning's here; wash away the fear. Another day, he cannot find his way.
He feels the breeze; hear birds sing in the trees. He wants to run; he's not the only one.
The morning's here; wash away the fear. Another day, he cannot find his way.

In The Morning Sun (2024)