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I talk to you day in day out I am not really sure what you are all about I stay to listen for words of woe That only you can see how deep, how far they go For some it is a joke But here is something you did not know I am here for me to build and to grow The issue of credibility is not my concern I will shatter it before your eyes Friends on the surface with those I abound When I find myself in trouble there is no one around I prey for our souls you doubt mine exists That is alright I will always remember you can be gone with a click |
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| A prettier day I could not ask for
Morning dew lingers in the spring green grass, I get a grounded feeling, I feel at one with the mother, Small furry whispering squirrels, I know they can see me, What could they be talking of? Are the worried I know where last falls acorns are? Do they worry I will rush them and put them in my power? I see their eyes follow me as I stroll by, They are so close I can not see their lips moving, I know they are talking about me, I hope they do not fear me, I want the world to love me, As I love the world, They being the earth mothers furry little whisperers, What do they want of me? What could I have they think they need? My guess is that it is not mine to know, Would they not tell me? Why would they need to keep it a secret? I suppose if they were to tell me I would not understand, If I cannot understand why would they need to whisper, I realize there are things in this life not meant to ponder, It is just they keep looking at me, If they were to follow I would never know, Perhaps I should skip the walk and go home, I wonder how well they can see, Do they look in my windows? Do I have to pull the shades? I feel like I have to get home, I am not sure I want to share the day with these whispering about me little squirrels. |
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| Thin line cut
Cut glass, don't cut me, Give of yourself, don't give in, Climb a ladder, not the wall There are treads on the stairs, But none on me, The edge is a thin line, That's why it's easy to go over.
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