Fireflies in a jar
A lantern to light my path
Keep bright the dark night

I tried to bury the hurt
deep, deep inside.
But it returns to haunt me,
because I buried it alive.

Don't have a pocketful of money
But a *** of memories
No name brands or
Painted toes and shiny nails
Have a kleenex
For a tear
And a song in my heart
You gave me all
That money can't buy
I'm the richest woman
In the world
You shared your wealth
With me
You couldn't talk
But you smiled at me
No walking but
A wheelchair you rode to me
A trembling hand
A three o'clock  hug
All of this and heaven too
That's why I'm banking
Just on you

I am not your medication,
To fetch me
And then put me back.

this raining noon makes me bloom.
that kick from Lil one in my womb.
I drenched in rain from head to toe,
enjoying the reason behind this glow.
with pain in back and peace in the soul,
wondering will he/she gets his Father's mole.
the drops of rain can't touch inside,
but I believe someone just took a sigh.
the day of arrival is approaching soon,
we welcome this stranger like a boon.