When your heart breaks at another's crying ; how many pieces would you give them?
The ones who need you the most ; only want you to be there for them.
If you can mend a wounded soul ; your words reach deeper than the physical.
The warmth of a gentle embrace ; opens your eyes, to the sharing of tears.
When you can show what's inside ; you'll find that we all suffer from a lack of care.

The way to fly with words ;
is to describe something no one has ever felt.
Walking around invisible ;
means you're the only one who can look in the mirror.
The strength to continue through hardship ;
comes from the hope of purpose.

Living an ordinary life ; means the death of extraordinary imaginations.

The worst thing about love ; is that we all have an inherent desire for it.
The best thing about love ; is that we all have an inherent right to give it.
Broken hearts never go away ; but, a new heart is always waiting.
Pushing your mind into your heart ; is the logical way to do some soul searching.
When you find your own love ; you know what, truly, brings you happiness.

Looking for inspiration from others ; bonds many separates into one vision.
The true heart ; is only as pure as the art it creates.
A teacher can only teach ; it is the job of the student to learn.
To make a way for the youth ; is giving them something they never had.
Freedom to make a choice ; ends things, then begins anew.

When nothing is as it seems ; how can you be concerned with appearances?
The clothing everyone fits into ; can't be bought.
Selling your ideas ; gives extra thought and more change.
Prospering through transformation ; builds upon the past.
The future calls to the dreamers ; because they believe there is a better future.

Drawing the picture of the mind ; requires a lifetime of experience.
Truth in its essence ; is a word that becomes reality.
The flowers of deception ; hide thorns of illusion.
The wrong turns of life ; are only a failure if you choose to continue living where you ended up.

The hardest thing to do with me ; is getting it through my thick skull that you want me.
When I look at you, looking at me ; it is hard to look away.
Love is always there ; because love, loves us too much to leave us in hate.

A portrait of woman loving ; is a moment that records why you love her.
Her sound while humming ; is her spirit ascending, and waiting at the lips.
The clay that her body is made of ; is lovely to touch, in any shape.
Recipes from her mind ; feed her children wisdom that grows strong souls.

The process of forgiving ; starts with having a reason to forgive.
Forgetting past wrongs makes one person whole ; but forgiving, can make two people whole.
One shame done daily ; needs forgiveness that covers all of the lifetime.
We need the gift of forgiveness ; because a good gift makes you cry in joy.

The use of force, when necessary ; is a tool, that only works in the right hands.
To fix the problem of injustice ; remember that there is a difference between repairing something old, and creating something new.
The muscles used in social action ; are many hands, clasping pens to vote.
Marching on a capital ; only requires one weapon to make it a war.
The weapons of choice, in a protest ; are well formed words, and strong wills.

Well.

Sometimes you push it all away ; until she pushes back.
When a woman wants a man ; I never thought she'd push like that.
Just a drink away from death ; cigar stains on my lungs.
Inches from a gun ; all I needed was another black cat.
Walking to the beat of the night ; dark lady, could you be my light?
No one by her side ; asking who am I?
That's the question ; I've been asking all my life.

Well.

You push that hard, and I'll reply ; I'm the darkest thought, the one that asks why.
I'm the cold life lost ;
the one that don't die ;
and if you push into my heart, you just might cry.

Well.

She didn't say nothin, just looked me up and down ; I could tell by that stare, I could live in her town.
I've been a lot of places, done a lot of hurt ; never found a woman that could make it work.
Diggin graves was easy, my heart was one ; but these old bones need more than dirt.
And a man who loses his shirt ; needs more than a girl in a skirt.

I pushed real hard, I've even pushed through;
But, woman, I wouldn't push you.
Because this woman at my side...Well
She can push too.

Was it my footsteps ; that you followed out of the door?
I left so many times ; did that make you want to leave me more?
My decisions took me away from you ; don't let yours lead you away from what's true.
I've made mistakes ; just learn from what you've been through.
I've gone too far ; and I'll pay my due.

If my words chase your mind ; close your eyes, and rhyme your own rhyme.
When you think of me and cry ; focus your eyes on forgetting mine.
Because when you look back ; you can't change time.
And if loving means leaving ; leave me without a dime.
I've gone too far ; don't give me a sign.

These dusty boots ; are as old as the dust.
I've been walking far ; the road's been hard.
A guitar on my back ; my eyes to the front.
There's been many who left ; many who led me right.
Never kicked a rock ; but I've crushed a few snakes.
When it rains it pours ; the night sky is thick.
I married the moon ; and worked for the sun.
Without a drink of water ; sometimes you gotta run.
These boots are heavy ; its made me strong.
Its a real blessing ; to have boots that aint made wrong.

I musta been a little slow ; to think I could keep up.
She was a dancer even without the music ; and I had two left feet.
These boots were made for me ; but she brought her own pair.
I never thought walking alone was all that bad ; but walking with her made me think twice.
Every step seemed right ; every stumble seemed nice.
Turns out this road wasn't new to her ; she'd gone even farther.
Where she was from ; all they did was walk.
Little did i know she'd walk ; her path into mine.

Time had no limit ; we walked for ages.
Our journal was the road ; our boot prints the pages.
The smoke of her trail ; set my heart ablaze.
The stars she followed ; left my eyes amazed.
Even when the monsters that followed her ; seemed so great.
She would walk right in front of them ; right to their funeral's wake.
Wasn't much that her feet couldn't take ; even crushing the skulls of a snake.
She could walk on water...My lady of the lake.

I learned this from my mother
Tiring nights and hearts that try ; only stop when one gives in to the other.
And from my brother, a strange oddity.
The lost heart beating ; works in the shadows of a system of, self serving, poverty.
Teaching came to me from a magazine cover.
Two hearts drawn together ; do not doubt the purpose they have for each other.
Teaching experiences that left me with a hole,
said that
The times when a heart hurts ; make every beat pump the rhythm of pain into your soul.
Listening to albums that went gold instilled,
that
Giving all of your heart ; leaves much room for it to be filled.
Written on a hundred dollar bill, I learned about giving room,
because
Hearts that burn with passion ; require an inexhaustible supply of love, or they will be consumed.
Before I thought my ribs held a tomb, but I was corrected with what was said next.
Leaving your heart at home ; sometimes means keeping it in your chest.
Because in a sense.
Hearts that leave you lonely ; desire a freedom from their conscience.
Tired of the nonsense, I remember my birth,
and that
The breath that supplies a healthy heart ; is a friendly reminder of what we can take from this earth.
From friends of no worth, I learned I don't need em,
because
Dark hearts filled with hate ; need only be shaken to overflow onto our gracious freedom.
The most high reminded me of Eden, with words that left me speechless,
Hearts that leave much doubt ; abandoned faith in moments of weakness.
The key is, truth, from your body if you use it.
When you fill your heart with rhythm ; you will need the time to spend with the music.
Beware the sign said, if you use it.  I Learned from the 5th 4 3 2 one hurt
A loveless heart ; can only reach into others for comfort.
And that love is work, listen, if your pain is real
Hearts that always hurt ; die for love, because they were never given the chance to heal.
Law says hearts are okay to steal, and I see of late,
that
A selfish heart that desires much ; only closes it's eyes to love, because the chance of losing it is too great.
But the song is there if you wait, here's a saying that makes the rich look broke:
When your heart sings a beautiful melody ; hearing life play along connects every note.
Place yourself in hope, and hear many sing,
because.
A heart that does not fear love ; feels deeply that it can handle anything.
A friend gave me a ring, I picked up to hear a sayin ,
that
A heart that keeps loving through hard times ; knows that new life comes through much pain.
And that
When your heart feels like giving up ; never resent a, truly, caring nature.
Because kindness won't work later, these are the heart's classes.
The heart that wears the biggest smile ; is one that only keeps getting bigger as time passes.
But if you only have laughs, and half love your lover,
remember
When you draw a heart and cut it in half ; you have only half to share with another.
Discover, learn from the heart and the secret lessons wept.  
Because,
The music that makes a heart want to cry ; drains the tears that cared so much, because they are all that's left.