In a way,
I'm killing myself slowly...

Now the government is deciding
How it's people should get by...

Friends are supposed to be there for one another
But when i arrived you pushed me to the gutter...

She cries out for help but no one cares to listen
Her eyes used to sparkle, now they'll never...

I have walked down a bundle of broken paths
Life's obstacles are hard, never-ending conquers...

Eyes can come in various colors
Blue, Green , Hazel, Brown...

As I lie awake I ponder
Why can't I fall asleep...

The world outside sometimes scares me
Sometimes I get the sense...

She comes home battered and bruised
She's down and out confused...

She has this disorder
It's called B.D.D...

Grandma and Grandpa grew together
Their love, as soft as a feather...

She was born in the winter of 1958
Sweet luminous smile, big blue eyes...