When thing get really tough, and the tears start...
You will work things out, if you hold your head up...
A flickering candle light
playing in the darkness...
It always seems as if
Everyone, everywhere...
Gods gifts come to you in mysterious ways.
He always sends something special...
When somebody stares
with an awkward eye...
I could cry myself to sleep,
I could convince myself I'm not ok...
~i know this poem is different, but it is...
Trains...
It’s hard being a teenager,
You’re growing up so fast...
Round about the cauldron go,
In the window mold i throw...
There is a dreamer
deep inside...
Everyone has a story to tell,
how scars were made and tears were shed...
Trying not to cry
I fall on my knees...