I have fallen again
just like before
so now I must get up
and struggle some more
I have this pain
reborn again
it dwells inside
always within
wrought by steel
and fire and cold
to be the center-stone
of my life
Monday, May 15, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
I wrote this for Lydia Poe. For those of you that don't know her, she is a sweet charming girl that is wonderful. I love knowing her and talking to her.
To a Friend (She is)
Oh, where to start
I ask myself
about this person
who has a big heart
She is so sweet
kind and fair
loves everyone
with deep true care
She is there
when you need her
always ready too
lend you her ear
She is always joyful
always gay
happy and fun
ready to play
She is the best of friends
anyone knows that
I am glad to have met her
through a quick chat
To a Friend (She is)
Oh, where to start
I ask myself
about this person
who has a big heart
She is so sweet
kind and fair
loves everyone
with deep true care
She is there
when you need her
always ready too
lend you her ear
She is always joyful
always gay
happy and fun
ready to play
She is the best of friends
anyone knows that
I am glad to have met her
through a quick chat
Why must I go through this mystery again
the deep aching pain
of not being able
to be loved
I want to know why
I can't conqueor my own heart
I feel so dark inside
because I am lost
I am lost at what to do
what to say
what to make her
say yes
I just don't know
I don't know anymore
what I should do
I guess I will push on
the deep aching pain
of not being able
to be loved
I want to know why
I can't conqueor my own heart
I feel so dark inside
because I am lost
I am lost at what to do
what to say
what to make her
say yes
I just don't know
I don't know anymore
what I should do
I guess I will push on
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Love and joy
thats what they want me to write
but I have not strength or feeling
to write these
I lived with them
but they left me
at a time when
I needed them
I was left with sorrow
sadness, no joy
brings numbness to me
and flows through my viens
Now as warmth comes back
I remember the past
and set my mind
away from everything
For to be burned
is to become callous
and hard as stone
and I wish that not for me
So I let the warmth flow
let the fire grow
ready to be burned again
only for some joy
thats what they want me to write
but I have not strength or feeling
to write these
I lived with them
but they left me
at a time when
I needed them
I was left with sorrow
sadness, no joy
brings numbness to me
and flows through my viens
Now as warmth comes back
I remember the past
and set my mind
away from everything
For to be burned
is to become callous
and hard as stone
and I wish that not for me
So I let the warmth flow
let the fire grow
ready to be burned again
only for some joy
Sunday, April 02, 2006
They sang us a song
they gave us a toast
we danced on the floor
we ate us a roast
Now throught the door lets go
I'll start life her with you
No longer a show
for everyone knows
We walk hand in hand
down in the dry sand
smiling as we walk
only wanting to talk
And now I am with you
I'll love to the end
nothing can shake that
forever in hand
they gave us a toast
we danced on the floor
we ate us a roast
Now throught the door lets go
I'll start life her with you
No longer a show
for everyone knows
We walk hand in hand
down in the dry sand
smiling as we walk
only wanting to talk
And now I am with you
I'll love to the end
nothing can shake that
forever in hand
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
From out of the darkness
springs a small light
something has changed
or seems to be revealed
A new dawn has come
for him that has wished it
he suffers no more
yet calous has he become
To be scarred or scratched
who is to tell
there is but one
who knows so well
Different and strange
he seems to be
yet underneath it all
he's been the same
Seeking a new life
trying the different route
springs a small light
something has changed
or seems to be revealed
A new dawn has come
for him that has wished it
he suffers no more
yet calous has he become
To be scarred or scratched
who is to tell
there is but one
who knows so well
Different and strange
he seems to be
yet underneath it all
he's been the same
Seeking a new life
trying the different route
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