If we can dream,
why can't they come true...
We are influenced to be who we are not,
Put on make-up, do our hair...
Feeling completely alone,
Seems like everyone has abandoned you...
I wrote it in the ashes
I read it on his tombstone...
I went with the wind,
I am back with wind and love...
Illuminating my path with headlights,
Driving farther from where I once began...
I've been making a list of the things they don't...
*DID NOT WRITE THIS...
One night I saw an angel, or at least I thought...
Smiling at me greatly, shining from above...
A new piece of paper,
A new line of thought...
And so you ask.....
Why do you do this...
Oh to be young and in shorts
Disrespectful people only wear them while doing...
Children’s laughter rings out like belles,
Tis the sweet bellow of Innocence...