I want my childish beliefs
To reign and control my soul...
You're searching for
what seems out of reach...
Peering through the reflective glass
searching for beauty that came and passed...
Looking back over the years,
when full happiness used to be mine...
He heard the brass ring,
‘though the bell was gone...
Pain
It never goes away...
A Candle Story
A magical Candle can make everyone dare...
I used to admire you, you were my idol.
You were always different, unique in your own way...
There is so much hurt and happiness
Wound up in just one being...
Strength is recognizing that you need help
And asking for it...
He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...
There are gentle Spring days
when the air hushes...