All those scared nervous nights
with the door not quite closed
all those shameful drunk fights
fall asleep in your clothes

playing war like a soldier
camp at aunt Billie Jean's
don't go back til they're sober
that was life so it seems

and you'd cuss out existence
hid away sad and blue
then return with resistance
no one even missed you

watch the lonely campfire
at thirteen wide awake
sleeping bag your eyes tire
under stars that don't hate


©2012 Lyn

glass factory
so much to do
pick up glass
I bust my ***
and there's always more
and I'm always poor

thru the glass
I can see
how you don't
see me
so strange
cuz I rearrange
pieces
all day
trying to find
a way
to see you


©2000 Lyn

walking with Henry I say
Lord this is the way
don't take him from me
let him stay
please

and riding my bike feels so free
don't take that from me
let it stay
please

cause I don't want to go now
let me stay let me show how
I can be

Lord I love this life
so I plead more time
just let us stay
and we'll be fine
please


©2003 Lyn

I'll have won't borrow
have fun no sorrow
and there's sun tomarrow
so I'm told
but right now it's cold

my road is an alley
no peaceful valley
no time to dally
it's cold

but I hold on I read
to plant some seed I need
just go slow don't speed
and you'll get there be freed
so I'm told
but it's so cold

well I'll hold on
anyway
I'll stay
cuz I was told

someday


©2001 Lyn

you punch too much
with hate and lies
my battered soul
I can't disguise

cut off my breath
til I turn blue
I wait for death
to escape you

I look in space
just a shell a can
a dam a hand
unopened

and the mirror
tells me I'm okay
but I barely notice
anyway
there's nothing
left to say

dear mystery
where did you go
and leave me here
so all alone
letting them punch me

oh I know
just let love show
but their punches grow

so old


©2003 Lyn