Wishing is a thought for another day
A thought of hope, not dismay
You can look for the answer
Dream of being a dancer
Hope for another place
To save some grace
Wishing can be any of these things
Wishing can be many dreams
Don't you see
Wishing can be everything
I sit on high
Tempting myself with another cry
I scream no,
Hoping there is no one around
Tears come down,
Down my face and to the ground
I sit on high,
Tempting myself with another cry
Because I feel alone
He walks on by,
It is a kick in my face
Because I can't die
I want to fight back,
But I can't move
Because I am tied down
It pours rain,
I look around and they're all dry
Back to the stream,
It's a beautiful place
Where the wounded cry
And I ask why?
Again I feel your presence
It’s as if you were here
I doubt that you're even close
Or even if you're near
Yet I think I see you
And feel you at my side
Knowing that I need you
And want you here with me
Knowing that I need your love
To be truly free
Dark entanglements
Slight of his tongue
Fumbling words
Fumbling hearts
Gentle eyes
His tenderness unfolds
His lips wrapping my voice
Inside his breath
Lost in his mouth
Searching for my soul
His heart screams for release
Peaceful …Dreaming
When I awake he is gone
I Like to do things
People often take for granted
Have you ever stood in the August heat
Getting drenched by summer rain
Have you ever stopped to feel the crisp air
Of midnight under a pale moon
Or watched the stars on a clear night
Observe gods creations
And enjoy each day as if it were your last
Because life is short and time travels fast
Why does the rain bring tears
Is it because love has vanished?
Or because its here?
Is it a sign indicating positive emotion?
Or a scar from times past?
Is it the sound of rain that hurts?
Yes and no
The echoes of life
In a manner we cannot understand
The eternal solitude it brings
Shadows come and shadows go
Lives will give and hearts will flow
Living here and living there
Home is there but seldom near
Searching past and finding present
Things we do to keep us pleasant
Time to laugh and time to sing
Love is just a never-ending dream
Nothing good but nothing bad
Why do I always feel so sad?
Things we say and things we mean
Seem to be so many things
Hating love but loving hate
People sense but hesitate
Things we see yet cannot find
Why do these things haunt our mind?
Finding ones that touch our soul
Opening up without letting go
Finding love through so much hate
Things we do to conquer fate
