The cry so meek
One could nary hear
The teardrop glistening on the pillowcase
A time to grieve
To be alone
Rocket Pockets
Rocket Pockets, strange sounds
In the thunder, lightening bounds
To the earth to touch the land
It's like a pebble in your hand
Touching down with a fragrant surge
Intense cloudheads vaguely purge
Of their wealth to give unto the land
While little crabs sizzle in the sand
It Is Me
The carefree days of youth are fading like the wind
Jitterbug shivers down my spine to send
The wildness of the past is screeching to a halt
On a summer day I've savored my last malt
Time is passing by as responsibility weighs me down
I'm wearing a business suit though I still feel like a clown
Sometimes that reckless girl is yearning to be free
I've become a way I never thought I'd be
So uptight and stuffy, responsible and right
Looking in the mirror is such a shocking sight
For now I see the woman I was always meant to be
I'm just having a hard time believing it is me
