Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
The hope of lovers,
With the fear of fevers.
The joy of new breath,
With the anguish of death.
The story isn't over quite yet,
Characters we haven't met.
The twisted road to life
Is sometimes paved with strife.
I can only tell you my story,
With you as my friend,
Just a tale of you and me
Till that last page says,
"The end."
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
