I know you been through many things in the past
But always remember not everything you want comes...
I dreamt again this night
I dreamt of something strange and worn...
I'm a single teenage mom
struggling just to get by...
Hope in his eyes,
Confidence in his smile...
Johnny Came Marching Home
By Mark Spencer...
Look at me and tell me what do you see?
Look at the things that I do or done, and tell me...
We emerge from wondering wombs
Freeing our souls from silent tombs...
Beneath the sultry confines
of my own mental prison...
Sometimes in the game of life,
you get dealt cards you could live without...
Have you ever just wanted to cry?
And you didn't even know why...
Everyday brings new life
And ends another one...
Tell me that it has'nt been your day,
tell me that you wanna run away...