I walk through this world alone,
nobody understands my pain.
Doesn't matter how kind I am,
it always seems to be in vain.

Hope is but an echo in my ear,
happiness was never there.
Apparently I'm asking much,
for a friend who wants to care.

Sadness rules my life I know,
and there's nothing I can do.
Joy is something I should feel,
but it's a feeling I never knew.

People are always judgeing me,
there expectations are to high.
No matter how hard I seem to try,
It makes me want to cry.

I feel so lost and all alone,
in this world of mine.
But I will continue smiling,
and tell everyone I'm fine.

The foundation of a house,
is only the start.
You build the house up,
with love from the heart.
The walls add support,
the rooms are filled with care.
For the family that built it,
and the love they share.
The ceiling and carpet,
are built to last.
A roof is put on,
to withstand any blast.
Storms will come,
and the wind will blow.
But when it comes to my love,
my heart you will know.

Straight from my heart, these words I share.
To let you know, just how much I care.
A touch of love, I hope you feel.
To help you out, when your ready to heal.

I offer a gift, a gift that is true.
To give it away, in all that you do.
A gift of happiness, peace, and yes even love.
This gift is given, straight from our father above.

Some call me a friend, but Jesus is my name.
I share all your feelings, I take away the blame.
Happy or sad, I know your feelings well.
The hearts that are lonely, it is there I will dwell.

Open your hearts, and let us come in.
Our father and I, we can forgive your sin.
Ask me of truth, let your heart lead the way.
Repent and follow me, for soon will be the day.

My head is spinning, round and round.
The room is making, a funny sound.
I see many thing's, in my darkened path.
Death will come, from water in a bath.

My eyes will squint, at the brightness of the sun.
I must get away, from this place I must run.
They strap me down, until I scream.
This place is a nightmare, instead of a dream.

And so I break free, and run through the night.
Over the fence, as I run out of sight.
They will never find me, I know that's true.
I will flap my arms, and fly into the blue.

They say I am crazy, but that's not it at all.
When I get to a phone, E.T. I will call.
They say I am nuts, but they don't know.
I'm just a little different, and I like to let it show.

They hunt me down, dogs sniff out the way.
When they snap at me and growl, I think it's time to play.
I get thrown down to the ground, until I can't see.
They strap me up, and give me drugs, I'm happy as can be.

I hear the thunder, of the old.
The fighting and the war cry's, of the bold.
I see the warriors, fight so hard.
That's what I get, with a library card.

I follow a wagon train, to the wild west.
We travel many days, without any rest.
We fight the Indian's, and make them run.
Because this is a book, we'll have a lot of fun.

I fly up to space, and search the galaxy.
Looking for aliens, and making them flee.
I defend planet Earth, in her hour of need.
Because one day, I wanted to read.

And so the story, must come to an end.
There are no more castles, you need defend.
The good guy leaves, and hopes to disappear.
Until the next time, it's pages hear...
A laugh, a cry, or a fallen tear,
another day, another year.

Imagine thinking that you are worthless,
then imagine the emptiness you would feel.
Depression would come and sadness too,
and everything you did, would never seem real.

You criticize everyone and even yourself,
because a perfect world it should be.
Your outlook on life is negative,
and the pain is to deep to see.

The pity you feel, is only for you,
and your always wondering why.
Suicide is one way to go,
if you really do want to die.

Imagining this is hard I know,
but people really live this way.
It's a lonely existence and all to real,
but it's how they get through the day.

Close your eyes, and look inside.
Find that child, who's trying to hide.
He's the one who's lost and sad.
He feels very lonely, and often times bad.

Find that person, deep within you.
Let him know, that your love is true.
He is very ashamed, and full of fear.
Tell him the good things, that he needs to hear.

It's a time to learn, and a time to grow.
Make peace with yourself, so you will know.
That it's okay to hurt, but not to dwell.
Because then you create, your very own hell.

Build up his confidence, and embrace him tight.
Tell him that you love him, every day and night.
Build up his pride, and also his self-esteem.
Tell him it's okay, to always have a dream.

It's a time to learn, about the person in you.
Let go of the past, and the hurt you went through.
Forgive and forget, because it's  a new day.
And keep talking to him, in your special way.

It's against the law to **** someone,
who hurts you in some way.
But ****** is always justified,
by mothers everyday.

When you think about abortion,
do you see the child inside?
The babies life you want to stop,
has no where else to hide.

You tell yourself many things,
like it doesn't have a soul.
Think of the future your about to destroy,
by using birth control.

There are many ways to save it's life,
for the mothers who do not care.
And adoption is the answer,
for a couple in despair.

Here we are, in the land of the free.
But think about your life, and what do you see?
I see many things, that imprison us all.
Our future is grim, in this country that will fall.

We have grown so much, that people live in the street.
Our children are precious, and often times beat.
The prisons are overflowing, but they make more laws.
And yet you believe, that it's for a good cause.

There's no work in sight, for the ones who are poor.
The rich are strong, but still they want more.
Our government is powerful, and has many flaws.
And yet you believe, that it's for a good cause.

Our people are starving, because nobody will give.
It's becoming a struggle, for our families to live.
We are all in debt, because the bank gives us draws.
And yet you believe, that it's for a good cause.

The taxes get higher, and the laws get worse.
Being born in this country, has become a curse.
This is what I see, in this land we call free.
Your cause might be good, but it's affecting you and me.

Where were you, when I was in pain?
I was lonely and cold, out in the rain.
I wanted to cry, but could shed no tear.
When I needed your help, you chose not to hear.

Where were you, when I needed a friend?
To give me some help, or a hand to lend.
I've been alone, and empty inside.
And so I ran, far away to hide.

Where were you, when I needed love?
We started to fight, when push came to shove.
A simple hug, or a kiss would do.
You never even said, I love you.

Where were you, when I was lost?
I was left alone, the price it cost.
I needed someone, to show me the way.
I've been hurting a lot, ever since that day.

Where were you, when I was young and free?
What was more important, then being with me?
Why were other things, higher on your list?
Why did you treat me, like I didn't even exist?

Where were you, when I needed a Dad?
I was lonely and scared, and often times sad.
I needed someone, who's friendship was true.
Where were you, when I needed you?

Through a child's eyes, what they see becomes real.
Confused and misunderstood, they don't know how to feel.
They express there pain, there love, and there curiosity.
But when do we ever, make them our first priority?

We work real hard, to put a roof over there head.
We work real hard, to make sure they get fed.
We work real hard, to put clothes on there back.
But when were not working, there's something we lack.

We don't communicate, with our children very good.
Quality time doesn't come, nor as often as it should.
We drink and do drugs, so we can run away.
And in the end, it is them that will pay.

We blame them for our lives, and the choices we've made.
And we blame them for the bills, and the money we've paid.
We make them feel unwanted, unloved, and even alone.
And when they turn out just like us, we ***** and we moan.

Think about your child, and the things that they see.
Understand they are children, and that is all they should be.
Spend time with your child, and show them you care.
Because your child needs to know, that you will always be there.

Think of the things, you say to your kid.
Then think of the tears, that they secretly hid.
When you call them a name, or you criticize what they do.
Remember they will think, that what you say is true.

Children want to be accepted, and to make you proud.
They want to be happy, without being too loud.
The words you speak, can be good or bad.
The words you speak, can make them happy or sad.

You assume they know, that your love is real.
But if you don't say it, then how should they feel?
What a child hears, is also what they believe.
Think about what you give, for them to receive.

Material possessions, will make a child feel joy.
But you can't buy the love, of a girl or boy.
They need to hear positive words, each and every day.
It's very easy to do, and there simple to say.

Your child looks up to you, for love and affection.
They need your support, as well as your protection.
Think of the things, you say to your kid.
Then think of the tears, that they secretly hid.

A persons troubles, can cause a lot of hurt.
Beating you down, until you feel like dirt.
The pain can be hidden, it may never show.
It lives inside you, and it will never go.

You don't have to ask, it will not stop.
It will continuously push you, until it's on top.
Manipulation and guilt trips, are what it does best.
Your being controlled, just like all the rest.

A cage is what your life becomes, you need to break free.
You only wanted happiness, but there is no way to flee.
Escaping to a better world, a better life you know.
Is something you just cannot do, it will never let you go.

You try to tell, you try to hide, but there's nothing you can do.
Live with what is deep inside, live with what is true.
There is no answer I can give, to help you find your way.
Except find peace within your heart, to get you through the day.

Dear Lord,

As I kneel down next to my bed tonight.
Protect me from the monsters, who stay out of
sight. Bless my mommy and daddy, in all that
they do. Forgive my older brother, for what
he said about you.

Take care of me, as I dream away. Help
me to make it to, the very next day. Please
let my enemies have peace and happiness. I know
you will love them, as well as bless.

Please let all my dreams, and wishes
come true. The love in my heart, is only
for you. I guess I should go, for now,
good night. Please let your love shine,
so I will have a night light.

Amen

Walking the line, hanging from a limb.
Drowning in a river, not knowing how to swim.
Taking for granted, this life that I live.
Knowing no other, alternative.

The nightmares of my past, the dreams of today.
Somehow I know, there must be another way.
I search and I search, on through the wicked night.
Looking for the answer, to make my life right.

I stumble and I fall, on this path that I take.
Hoping the answer, is real and not fake.
Giving in to the impulses, causing myself pain.
watching my blood, drip down into the drain.

I fall to the floor, a tear leaves my eye.
Is this the answer? To the Lord I cry!
Laying there helpless, I pass out on the floor.
I awake in a hospital, my body is sore.

My mother is there, sitting next to my bed.
The tears in her eyes, as she lifts up her head.
She embraces me warmly, and kisses my cheek.
I lay there and watch, because I feel so **** weak.

My wrists are bandaged, I remember it now.
The razor blade sank deep, the voices told me how.
I go to a mental ward, to figure things out.
But I go even crazier, with the insanity I shout.

The city lights blink off and on,
in the darkness of the night.
Through the summer heat, there is a breeze,
and it feels, as though it's right.

Stars shine so very high above,
in a sky that's black and clear.
There's a distant sound of sirens,
that brings back, a childhood fear.

As I sit on the steps, to this old house,
I wonder about it's past.
How many people have lived here?
And am I going to be the last?

The children have been put to bed,
now the house has settled down.
Our screen door is starting to squeak,
and I know my wife is around.

She asks me if I am coming in,
and she asks if I feel alright?
I tell her that I feel fine,
then I get up and hug her tight.

As I turn to walk in the house,
I look at the city once more.
Everything is different now,
then what I saw before.

Do you believe in God?
Do you believe in the Almighty Lord?
Do you believe with all of your heart,
that he is coming, to take us away?

A child was born, one winters night.
Under a star, that was very bright.
As he grew up, he was never alone.
He taught all his friends, with all he had known.

I was once blind, and I couldn't see.
But Jesus came along, and set me free.
I got up to my feet, and followed his way.
His word is being spread, still everyday.

There was a little boy, who couldn't hear.
Jesus put a hand, right next to his ear.
Now the little boy can hear everything.
He thanks the good Lord, with the songs that he sings.

Jesus loved all, and would never hate.
Even the men, who promised his fate.
Jesus is Lord, to you and I.
Forgive them Father, he would cry.

The Lord was killed, on top of a cross.
With nails in his hands, O' what a loss.
He rose up three days, right after he died.
As the prophets did tell, he was...  crucified

They were the first, in the land of the free.
They were the ones, who have taught me to see.
It is there love, for Mother Earth and Father Sky.
I will always hear the chant's, that the Natives cry.

The Buffalo runs on land, and the Eagle soars above.
Our Mother gives us food, and our Father gives us love.
I see them dance for victory, I see them dance for rain.
I see them dye with honor, I see them die in pain.

I walk through the woods, and the animals don't run.
It's been a long journey, and now my journey is done.
I enter the spirit world, and I see the young and old.
It's everything I believed in, it's everything I've been told.

A native is a friend, even though we've never met.
I look them in the eyes, as I begin to sweat.
We have so much in common, as strangers often do.
Mother Earth has taught us both, that all her ways are true.

But will they allow me brotherhood, in there native ways?
Letting me dance the circle, of the forgotten days?
Knowing I am half and half, I'd rather be the red.
But I am only proud... of the natives who are dead.

We say we want some peace,
but yet we don't even try.
Our children are raised to hate,
and never to ask why.
People are suffering everywhere,
because hate's so widely spread.
And when I look in the paper,
someone new is dead.
People have there problems,
and they don't need anymore.
But hate can come in any form,
when you walk out your front door.
What is hate really like?
To those who do not know.
Color, Age, or Sexuality,
hate is what will flow.
We might not like each other,
but hate is not the way.
It's hard enough to live,
In this modern day.
We need to act our age,
and raise our children well.
Hatred is a crime,
to everyone I'll tell.

Walking down this road,
with my back against the light.
Darkness engulfs my body,
while my spirit puts up a fight.

I want the Lord's forgiveness,
and to run into his arms.
But Satan wants to keep me,
with his powers and his charms.

The holy word is not enough,
when the hearts not willing to give.
And sins are what will happen,
in this life I choose to live.

Happiness is what I want,
as I turn around and cry.
Promises I cannot keep,
but faithfulness I'll try.

Every man is responsible,
for the life he lives.
From the thing's he takes,
to the thing's he gives.

Time is of the essence,
and he must not delay.
To do the thing's tomorrow,
that he can do today.

Even if your killing time,
and think your life is through.
Then grab a pen or pencil,
and write a friend or two.

Responsibility isn't always work,
it's the thing's that must be done.
The ones who are responsible,
have played the game and won.

If you can act your age,
and do what you know is right.
Then responsibility will always come,
to the ones who do not fight.

I am the youngest in my family, I've needed strength my hole life. Life has never been simple for me nor has it been easy. I've always forced myself to go through each day, and when that was not possible, I would always drag myself.

I've had to stay strong both mentally and physically. Since I was old enough to fight back. Never letting anyone or anything get to close for fear I might get hurt.

Crying is a weakness that's okay for others, but not for myself. This weakness that has been lost in me, it has become an emptiness I cannot fill. But it is through this weakness that I stay strong.

Death has always been a welcomed friend, but like all my friends, he too has turned his back on me. He teases me with the power he has, only to torment me another day.

My life will continue it's lonely decent, a journey of sanity, upon which, I have none... or do I? I have tried to make the right choices on my path but I continue to stumble and fall. My only possession is my strength, which has become a yoke on my shoulders like reality itself.

I was only about four,
that day so long ago.
When I was left alone,
and my tears began to flow.
They told me it was for the best,
and she's not in any pain.
I was to young to understand,
on that day so filled with rain.

They took me to my Grandma's house,
and left me there to stay.
Where did my mommy go?
Why did she go away?
Grandma explained the best she could,
when she looked into my eyes.
But every time she saw my face,
she would always begin to cry.

You look so much like her,
she would always say.
And then the tears would come,
and she would look away.
As time passed by, and I grew up,
I learned why she had cried.
She couldn't tell me mom had cancer,
and that is how she died.

I wish I could have known her more,
or even said good bye.
But when I think about her,
I look up to the sky.
She's given me so much,
I know she's not to blame.
I know her spirits in me,
her passing was a shame.

If there has been a reason,
then there has been a rhyme.
If there has been a suicide,
then there has been a crime.

And if you think that life is done,
your crime has just begun.
Cause I will always follow you,
in the afterlife to come.

And if you think that I'm not real,
and that this is just a game.
Then close your eyes and pinch yourself,
and hope that your insane.

I will be the first to admit,
the games I like to play.
What you think is scary, I think is funny,
and the game will go on all day.

If you think that your crazy,
and that I'm only in your head.
Do you remember, what it was like,
when you put the gun up to your head?

Was life really that terrible,
for you to want to die?
To want to take that final step,
and leave everyone to cry.

You want to run away,
and you don't care where you'll go.
You think that you will not be missed,
but the truth, you do not know.

If you close your eyes and remember,
to that time so long ago.
I will hold you closely, to me girl,
and I will never let you go.

We can stay forever in this time,
just you and I alone.
While our hearts are beating slowly,
this will always feel like home.

If you hold on to me tightly,
then our hearts become as one.
We'll always be best friends here,
in this place below the sun.

When I touch your body gently,
then the time has come I know.
You accept my kiss, so freely girl,
that our love will always show.

Now you open your eyes so bright,
and you see our child there.
But when you look, into those eyes,
you see the love we share.

Every spring I clean my house, always hoping for a certain guest to arrive. I throw away all the junk I can find, then I think about all the good and bad times. I scrub the floors, shampoo the carpets, then give lots of good stuff to a charity. I wash the windows, mow the lawn, then pull the weeds around the apple trees. When I finish my cleaning, I sit in a chair. Then I open the good book, and meditate on the words that are there. I do this every year hoping he will come, of course he is welcome through out the year. But no matter how hard I look, he never comes. As the years went by, I became old. Time had taken it's toll on my body. I've started getting sick more and the weather worn my skin. As I'm laying in a hospital bed, waiting to die, a Chaplin walks into my room and I begin to cry. I tell him all about my life, and ask what I did wrong? He didn't say a word, but instead sat quietly next to my bed.

Before my death had finally come, I opened up my eyes. And the man I thought was a Chaplin, was Jesus in disguise. He thanked me for giving him such a good home. But as he said this, I began to get mad. "How can you say I gave you such a good home, when you never bothered to come over and say hi? I cleaned my house every spring and praised your holy name. Now you show up in my life, right before I die". "You will never know the joy I felt, watching your entire life, weather you know it or not, I've always been there. I've seen you clean your house and mow your lawn, and I've seen you read your Bible, always with such care". "Why didn't you show yourself, so I knew that you were there? I always waited patiently, for the love you like to share". "My brother, if I showed myself to you, then you would stop, you would stop cleaning and your house would be a mess. You would stop mowing your lawn, and your weeds would take control, my brother, this is the truth, and the truth you must confess". "What did I do wrong my Lord, so I couldn't see your truth?" "O' yee of little faith, no human is perfect, you were just so wrapped up with the material world, that you couldn't see the spiritual one. You wanted a man to live with you, your entire life. You waited and waited for him to show up, and he never did. Early in your life the holy spirit found a home inside your house. My brother, you did nothing wrong, you loved me and looked for me just like the father looked for his prodigal son or how the Shepard looked for his lost sheep. But my brother, It's not your responsibility to be the father or the Shepard, it is mine. You did nothing wrong my brother, you lived a good life and now it's time my brother goes home and my lost sheep returns to the herd". As Jesus spoke those words my old age had settled in. After I told him I loved him dearly, I closed my eyes and died.

The beepers and buzzers had began to off and the nurses and doctors had all come running in. They covered the old mans face with a sheet and a nurse asked the Chaplin if he died peacefully? The Chaplin looked at the nurse and thought for a minute before he said... "I don't know..." The nurse was shocked and said to the Chaplin. "What do you mean you don't know?" The Chaplin who was still quite puzzled commented. "He died without pain, but I believe he was also quite delusional. He was caring on a conversation with me but it wasn't me he was talking too. I sat here and held his hand so he knew I was here but something odd happened and I could not control my body. I was sitting here watching the old man die and the conversation he was having, was with someone else. Someone or something took control of my body and returned his conversation. I could not hear the conversation I only watched it happen. So either the old man was delusional or something spiritual just happened here." The nurse thought for a moment and said very bluntly. "Chaplin I know your a man of God, but I really think you should see a shrink!" Then the nurse turned and left the room leaving the Chaplin to stare at the old mans corpse. The Chaplin did go and see a religious counselor. A year later he believed he was the one having delusions, probably from working so hard.

Have you ever seen an angel,
on this planet we call Earth?
They say that there was a lot,
during the time of Jesus' birth.

But are angels hard to find,
if you look and can't find one?
Or are they playing hide and seek,
in the warmth of the summer sun?

I have seen an angel play,
as ridiculous as it may be.
Her smile was bright and beautiful,
and she was a good friend to me.

Then the Lord had called her home,
on a snowy winters day.
Now she is in Heaven,
with lots of room to play.

We have missed her so much,
throughout all of the years.
And every time December comes,
we always shed some tears.

As I remember the years,
that have long passed by.
I think of the mistakes I've made,
and I've wanted to break down and cry.

I see the faces of the ones I love,
and the pain cuts deep into my soul.
So much of my life has been lost,
that my future will never be whole.

I will never be a kid again,
nor will my youth return to me.
The pain I feel inside my heart,
will never set me free.

Emptiness is a constant plague,
that is felt but never seen.
And if you've ever been depressed,
then you'll know exactly what I mean.

Suicide is one way out,
but a way I do not choose.
No matter how much I've already lost,
there is still a lot more I could loose.

So through this journey, we call life,
there will be tragedy along the way.
But everyone has a story to tell,
and it can very from day to day.

The battle that was fought in heaven,
is being fought on Earth today.
The good against the evil,
it seems the only way.

Every one of us is immortal,
but we were placed on this world to fight.
We strike in the brightness of day,
and we conquer in the darkness of night.

No matter what the faith you live,
good and evil exists in all.
Whatever time of day it is,
evil must always fall.

When our retirement comes to us,
heaven is where we'll stand.
But the battle will continue on,
in the palm of God's right hand.

Every country needs some nourishment,
if it ever plans to grow.
Just like a child wants to strive,
for independence to flow.

Lots of people want your cash,
so there country will achieve.
But by helping other countries,
your own you will deceive.

Our country is the best of all,
when it comes to government.
But if we have so much to spare,
then what does the poor represent?

Schools and medical are second best,
with unemployment rates so high.
This is in the country,
where we live and die.

If we really want to help someone,
then let us help our own.
Because there's people in this land,
with no where to call home.

There is no God, it's all a joke.
Just the thought of it, makes me choke.
They believe there God, will save them now.
From the evil, in this world some how.

I **** the Christians, one by one.
When they hear my name, they turn and run.
I fly by night, from town to town.
Setting the flame, to burn it down.

But one afternoon, in the sky I see.
A very bright light, that is blinding me.
Saul, I know who you are, and what you have done.
I am your Lord Jesus, it is to me you must run.

Forgive me O' Lord, for now I believe.
Your love and your grace, I am ready to receive.
I've committed many sins, I know it is true.
But believe me O' Lord, when I say I am through.

A face never changes, it's features stay the same.
When you talk to the person, remember there name.
Because if you forget, in an embarrassing way.
Questions will haunt you, for the remainder of the day.

First you say "hello", then you talk with them a bit.
Understand what they say, and offer them to sit.
You tell them your name, and they tell you there's.
Soon you will know, that someone else cares.

Friendships built on kindness, always seem to last.
A truly good friend, will forgive you for the past.
Heart's will grow, and friendships won't die.
If you trust in them, and give them a try.

Don't try to hurt them, and they don't hurt you.
Then you will be friends, with a friend that is true.
It can last for a lifetime, and you will see.
That a friend is the best thing, that you can be.

The bones are reaching out for me.
With ****** meat, still tied to thee.
A laughter, shrill, and dark inside.
My name is called, I cannot hide.

A smell so rank, I must confess.
There disgusting faces, are a mess.
The lower lips are hanging down.
Showing teeth, of green and brown.

Their hair and skin have both been fried.
With a smell as if, a skunk has died.
The eyeballs hang, with gross dismay.
And you wonder how long, they've been this way.

They reach out, and scratch at me.
There fingernails, I do not see.
With the strength, of a man so great.
I start to fear, I am too late.

There arm's will raise, with knives so high.
I know it's time, for me to die.
There rushing down, and blood spurts out.
The pains so great, I scream and shout.
It hurts so much, when they torture me.
The door is closed, I cannot see.

The death toll is still rising,
our pain has just begun.
A tragedy has happened,
in this city under the sun.

Airplanes that were hijacked,
and filled with human life.
Beaten and tortured along the way,
while some were killed with a knife.

Used for mass destruction,
the airplanes hit the wall.
Everyone was powerless,
as the Twin Towers began to fall.

A plume of dust and smoke,
both fill the city sky.
The towers crumbled downward,
and our country began to cry.

Survivors walk the streets,
wondering how this can be.
Dirt and smoke have covered them,
and there barely able to see.

Some are trapped inside this mess,
hoping to get out.
The rescuer's are working hard,
trying to hear them shout.

Another plane hits the Pentagon,
with a mighty blow it seems.
Here we sit in total shock,
and listen to the screams.

Now our country is in pain,
a war is on the way.
This world unites in tragedy,
on this hurtful day.

I don't want to grow old,
without you next to me.
Your my closest friend,
that there can ever be.
You are my compass,
and you've shown me the way.
I've been lost for so long,
for so many a day.

You taught me how to love,
and you taught me how to care.
With you by my side,
there's always someone there.
But I know the day will come,
when you can no longer speak.
I will cry my heart out,
and I will be very weak.

You are not only my friend,
but my Mother as well.
Without you in my life,
my life will be hell.
I know I must go on,
as hard as life is.
But no matter what happens,
it's you I will miss.

I hope you will realize,
how much I love you.
You've always been there,
and you've always stayed true.
I don't want to grow old,
without you next to me.
Your my closest friend,
that there can ever be.

A gentle old man had asked me once,
do you want to see the past?
I looked at him with long disbelief,
and asked how long it would last.

He gave me a laugh, and lit a cigar,
and then he said, come with me...
We entered a room with many locked doors,
and he had the only key.

As he unlocked the doors, I looked inside,
to a past I saw was mine.
I was smoking, drinking, and getting ******,
and I thought everything was fine.

With a tear in his eye, he looked at me,
and he said with a sullen stare.
I'm sorry my son,  it hurts me a lot,
but I really must do what is fair.

Now that you have seen your past,
you must tell me what is to come.
If the present don't change, the Devil you'll see,
and I really must hope... you will run.

And so I had left him there,
to lock all his doors in peace.
I told him I'd change, in all of my ways,
if he could renew my lease.

He said it wasn't his to renew,
and only I could make that choice.
It's time to live the life God gave,
he said in a quiet voice.