When I was a young girl, I would cry myself to sleep.
I'd pray the lord above to keep my soul for me.
My mother sat beside me and cried herself too.
Then I didn't know what I now do.
She was bright and lovely, beautiful as day.
She was very lonely. He left her that way.
He took all the love she had, all that she would give.
Left her with no money and two baby kids.
I hope I never feel exactly like she did.
All I know to say, "Mother Don't Cry!"
I see the tears in your eyes and the pain in your face.
Do you know where you are going, or do you just want to stay?
A child protected from the pain.
"I know you are scared and lonely, but that's what it is about."
They say to you with an emotionless face.
A child living in the pain.
Life keeps going on, whether you decide to live.
Noone shows you how to forgive.
A child with tears of pain.
A child all grown up with no place to hide.
All the blackness overcomes you inside.
A child of the rain.
I can not see the light for the dimming of my heart.
The sun keeps coming up, but the night is when I start.
For years I've been the sweet and innocent.
Now, I can not see.
What Love I lost long ago, wasted on a thief.
I'm trying to find the soul of the lost forgotten girl.
Grasping with one finger to the cold cruel world.
If only I would let someone grab my hand before I fall.
Damn the things I love.
Damn the people too.
Forsaken is my love for you.
Poets only find the words. People only feel.
Time keeps on ticking. The earth does not stand still.
The power of a kiss,
of a rainbow,
of a fist,
of the dew.
The questions in my mind;
to do,
to say,
to weep.
The wondering of life,
to find,
to keep,
to let go......
Poets only find the words to explain the mysteries.
People only speak with very common ease.
To Love is only a figment of a fixation in my mind.
To Love again so fully would be so sublime.
