The hardest decisions to make are for those we love,
we look to the stars, for strength from high above.
Give me the knowledge to make the right choice,
give me the courage to take fear from my voice.
Make me strong enough to face yet another day,
please help me through the burdens in my way.
Help me remove the pain from deep within,
show me how to go on, where again to begin.
Teach me to listen with my heart, not my head,
for its happiness that I seek before I am dead.
The voice and the faces of the past haunt my dreams,
enough to tear one apart from within, or at the seams.
To lose my heart would eventually kill my soul,
escaping the misery within is the main goal.
To learn to live without the fear and the pain,
seeking what matters, so that the truth will remain.
How do I win over the only thing I have ever known,
with each passing day to hope that I have grown.
Will I find the answers to my truest of prayers,
or will I be here wondering if anyone cares.
I am among the lost waiting to be found,
when I need you the most, will you be around.
Take my hand and lead me down the right road,
for that is the way to peace, or so I am told.
Be my salvation, be my open, once blind eyes,
protect me from harm and life's lonely lies.
I sit and ask again, how, when, where and why,
to wonder if anyone will ever Hear My Silent Cry.
copyright March 25, 2003
To say I didn't love you, I would be lying,
but that love in my heart, is slowly dying.
Remembering happy days long since past,
thinking that we both knew it wouldn't last.
We tried our best, yet we still dailed,
the love we once shared, has all but faded.
The choices we made not always right,
but we all give in to the fading light.
The mistakes have been made, the words said,
In one crushing blow, you destroyed my heart,
then watched as it crumbled completely apart.
You didn't know what you had until it was too late,
you took what was love and turned it to hate.
Not a tear did you shed, not once did you cry,
I sat there questioning, always wondering why.
Now you ask, who, what, where, when and why,
as you stood ther coldly, Watching The Love Die.
copyright April 3, 2003
Someone out there still believes in me,
I look in the mirror, what do they see?
Where is the gift they say that I hold,
is it in plain view, or in words yet untold?
I see nothing unique, different, or special,
sometimes strong, sometimes ready to crumble.
The words come from my heart, not from my head,
is that the difference between being alive and dead?
I am only me, and forever shall be,
nobody else, nothing more then just me.
What you get, is what you see,
if you want more, then look past me.
I keep it simple, honest and caring,
sometimes funny, serious, or maybe daring.
They say I touch their hearts with my words,
is it me. or just reaching the right chords?
We all share the feelings, as well as the pain,
we all have seen darkness, and the light begin.
What makes me different from anyone else?
I wear my heart on my sleeve for all to see,
more often then not, it usually hurts me.
But to change, I can't, I won't, I'd never,
this is who I am, both now and forever.
To change the world, I may never do,
to make a change within you, I might do.
Who knows where this gift is that others see,
I will always wonder, What Do They See In Me?
Copyright April 7, 2003
