I’m killing the old me
I’m done with the norm
I’m done with forgive me
I’m done with your form

The phoenix reborn
I’m new with excitement
I’m new with a hint of adorn
I’m new with entitlement
No longer scorned.

Thinking in time things are perfect
hours spent, but well worth it
Months pass
our worlds tend to clash

But through it all we share these broken hearts
with wounds that were healed from the love that was found from the start
Still time brings waves of quarrels
some stand high because of pride
some stand high next to they're morals

The rocks tremble below us
I reach out for reassurance
Grasping onto hope
hoping, but truly know
that time is my hope


8/29/07

Somethings missing on the everyday count
when somethings there but always in small amount
Why people won't share is a mystery no man can bare
Thought that we could learn from our mistakes
but all we can do is sorrow at our everyday heartaches
When can we just sit back and take it all in
and see that the creatures that we create are always hiding within
Only then can we all sleep at night in peace
When something missing on the inside that needs to be released.