I though it'd be best, to move out west.
Have some fun and be care-free.
Just get up and pack and dont look back,
although most did disagree.

I told them dont fret, ill have no regret,
Its just something I need to do.
Im creating some ends, but ill make new friends,
Little did I know who.

Despite what they said, I went ahead,
and just hoped for the best.
What I found was, incredible because,
Theres none like it in the midwest.

I found my guy and Ill tell you why,
Im so sure it was meant to be.
The feeling of fear, just dissapoeared,
When I realized he was for me.

He opend my mind; before I was blind,
To anyone other than me.
Now I can smile, 'cuz it was all worthwhile,
To find a new priority.

I saw his face, I'd found my place.
No longer lost or alone.
Wrapped in his arms, free from all harms,
With him, again I am home.

In my life I had known, both joy and fear.
I had smiled often, but had also shed a tear.
I had an even balance of happiness and sting,
And had no idea what this next year would bring.

When Cancer took her away from me,
Her soul and body was set completely free.
Her heart was done aching and her mind put to rest,
She happy again, It was for the best.

She had no more suffering, she had no more fear.
But she gave all her pain to those of us still here.
She was now safe and sound, but she was gone forever
And I was stuck on earth unable to see her ever.

She left behind a disease with her family and friends.
Similar to her own, but this one never ends.
It feels like her cancer, I was hurting and scared.
It’s a horrible thing, that this disease was shared.

Her only baby girl was now left alone.
To grow up with three boys, all tortured in one home.
Tortured by the thought, they would never hug, smell, or see,
That wonderful woman who just left them to be.

This disease of loss took over our lives.
Seven years later and there’s no surprise.
I still haven’t slept in so many years
Because I cant fall asleep to the sound of my tears.

I thought I knew just what I wanted,
Before I moved away.
I wanted a tall and handsome man,
By my side, every day.

Now across the country,
Is the one I care about.
I hope so desperately,
That time does not run out.

This boy is not the type,
I’ve had in my head for years,
But he’s the one who takes away,
All my silly fears.

The test will come,
In the future one day.
When we are together,
Yet old and gray.

The lust, the passion,
May run dry,
But still there will be,
No reason to cry.

At that point in life,
Many couples will quit.
They will argue and fight,
And eventually split.

But me and my man,
Many miles away,
Will look at each other,
And I will then say,

"Although it is gone,
The passion and lust,
I know we are leftover,
With true love and trust."

For I am exceedingly rushed,
And have no time for such,
An in-opinionated and hushed,
State of mind that I find,
You to possess.

Crouched down into the corner of a couch
Watching the three people around me.
Three fingers around me.
Pointing.
They seem to be talking.
The fingers, not the people.
As the fingers shake back and forth,
In a condescending way,
They seem to say,
Failure. You can’t do it.
You can’t do it.
As I sit there feeling smaller than ever
These giant fingers won’t stop.
Failure. You can’t do it.
You can’t do it.
It’s a new idea.
And I’m too stubborn for it to be true.

Leaves change color,
Soon they fall,
Within months,
There's none at all.

Flowers blossom,
You see morning dew,
But soon enough,
That’s all gone too.

A warm embrace,
From a friend,
At some point,
Comes to an end.

The one thing that lasts,
Is one kind of love.
As long as you have hope,
In something above.

Expectations of others still holding me at gunpoint.
Everyone and their mothers, I know I'll disapoint.
Not everyone can win if this internal battle continues.
But everyone could win if we stop the abuse.

The abuse of others, the society around,
Could become productive if we listened through the sound.
Listened to the people but not the words they say,
Because everyone communicates in their personal way.

If we listened to ourselves and followed what we feel,
Maybe everyone in this world could go home to a meal.
Maybe someday we will love and the fighting will cease,
and maybe someday we will be people of peace.

For now Im alone and considered slightly mad,
For straying from the norm apparently Ive gone bad.
Someday we will all stray from the norm.
We will all become "mad" rather than conform.

When that day comes the norm is gone for good.
People will be free and I will be understood.
With just a free spirit you can help to release,
A whole new world for the people of peace.