Please come home, oh tired soldier,
Rest your bones a little while.
You've been gone for far too long,
Much has changed within the years.
Your home burnt down,
We built a garden,
Your kids play there
They don't know, oh tired soldier
They were born while you were gone

Wish I could write a poem about some incredible overcoming
A feat among feats
I'm different than the societal norm
But I guess I'm just not
Different enough

The bucket fills with soft emotion
It starts with small amounts
The faucet does keep flowing
Til is spills onto the mouth
"I like you"

My neighbor started beating his drums again
For the first time in what seems like years.
Could it be he found them in his closet,
Or did he find something else instead?

My neighbor started beating his drums again
With such fiery emotion and perfect rhythm.
Like the sound of 1000 hearts beating
Or the resurrection of one that's long since died.

My neighbor started beating his drums again
I'm now starting to worry for him
I hope that all his beating and banging
Will not cease and last for many a day.

I'm not deserving of anything that I have besides misery.

What's confidence?

Nothing that I've been taught or raised.

Certainly she can come back,
Well I shouldn't say "back."
She's here, but she's away
The train is out but how far?
How far does this train need to go
Before it reaches this station
We desperately wait for her return
Though we see her now,
We wish to see her once more