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Cailey Weaver Jan 2014
Where are you?
Where have you gone?
I'd like know.
Where have you gone?
One day you're here,
The next you're not.
I'd like to know.
Where have you gone?
I'm standing here.
Just like a fool.
My eyes are wide.
I nearly drool.
I'm standing here,
Just like a fool.
I'd like to know.
Where have you gone?
Please let me know.
Where have you gone?
Is it just me?
Or is it you?
I'd like to know.
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Let me know
Just where you are.
Are you near?
Or are you far?
Just let me know
Just where you are.
I miss you here
It's so bizarre.
But until you're ready,
Au revoir.
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?
Cailey Weaver Jan 2014
I'm not sure where I am.
Somewhere near or somewhere far
I'm not sure where I am.
Can you get there by plane?
Can you get there by car?

I'm not sure where I am.
Oh, when did I leave this place?
I'm not sure where I am.
Or who I am.
Or what I am.
I do not recognize even my own face.

I'm not sure where I am.
A place of bliss or one of dark?
I'm not sure where I am.
I can't see from the shadows.
I can't create the tiny spark.

I'm not sure where I am.
Where have I gone from here or there?
I'm not sure where I am.
Or who I am.
Or what I am.
I do not recognize even my own face.

I'm not sure where I am.
I cannot see through the fog.
I'm not sure where I am.
I am trapped forevermore
In this sticky, snatching bog.

Somewhere deep inside my head
A place where only I can be
A place where no one can be led
A place where I can hardly see

I'm not sure where I am.
Or who I am.
Or what I am.

But, I do know that I am.
I always was.
I'll always be.

I'm not sure where I am,
but wherever I am,
I'm free.
Cailey Weaver Jan 2014
Some days, for me, my brain doesn't work.
I find myself acting a fool.
But my friends and I share a smirk.
And I find that I really feel cool.

It doesn't matter what people say.
It only matters what you think.
You're a cool person every day.
And you might find that you're on the brink.

Genius is in the eye of all those,
who know what genius really is.
I promise that your genius shows.

Even if nobody sees it.
Cailey Weaver Jan 2014
I promised I always would.
I promised that I'd never.
I promised you no time at all.
I promised them forever.

I promised that I'd go to sleep.
I swore I'd stay awake.
I promised that I'd never steal.
I promised that I'd take.

I promised him a desert.
I vowed to her an ocean.
I swore that I'd abandon them.
I promised them devotion.

I swore I'd hide inside the dark.
I vowed to be the light.
I promised them all love and peace.
I promised them I'd fight.

I thought of all my promises before I fell asleep.
I thought of all my promises, all those I couldn't keep.
I thought of all the people, all those whom I've denied.
I knew that day, that very night, I'd have to pick a side.
Cailey Weaver Jan 2014
I'm a writer because I think in third person.
I'm a writer because I've always got a pen somewhere.
I'm a writer because I imagine a story for every situation.
I'm a writer because there are always bits of paper in my hair.

I know I'm a writer when I talk to my imaginary friends at night.
My fictional characters sing me to sleep.
Instead of calling my friends, I hang out with my dictionary.
I know I'm a writer because my head is always off in some cloud.

I'm a writer because I've got twenty notebooks.
I'm a writer because every one of those books are full.
I'm a writer because I'm closer to my characters than to my family.
I'm a writer because I know there's always one more finger to pull.

I know I'm a writer when my favorite memories are the ones on paper.
The words in my head are my very best friends.
Instead of going to parties, I read my favorite book again.
I know I'm a writer because that is who I've been since forever.

I'm a writer because I have a notebook of vocabulary words.
I'm a writer because I started collecting them for fun.
I'm a writer because words bow at my command.
I'm a writer because that is who I am.
It doesn't matter where I go in life or who I'll someday be...
I'll always be a writer, and that is what means most to me.
Cailey Weaver Jan 2014
It took so long to decide what to sing to you.
So I wrote this song just for you.
Sometimes you have to,
Take the bull by the horns and sing,

Uh uh, Uh uh
That Same Old Song...
And it goes,

Up and down again,
Each and every day, it comes,
It comes around again!
That Same Old Song.

And though the years go by,
And now I'm old enough to fly,
That song it stays the same!
That Same Old Song...

Sometimes, I know, my head isn't in the right place
I know, you would, like to break my neck some days,
But you, always, find a way to put a smile on my face,

And we sing, Uh uh
That Same Old Song...
And it goes,

Up and down again,
Each and every day, it comes,
It comes around again!
That Same Old Song.

And though the years go by,
And now I'm old enough to fly,
That song it stays the same!
That Same Old Song...

And even though, sometimes we fight,
You help me jump, and reach new heights!
Sometimes you have to,
Take the bull by the horns and sing,

Uh uh, Uh uh
That Same Old Song...
And it goes,

Up and down again,
Each and every day, it comes,
It comes around again!
That Same Old Song.

And though the years go by,
And now I'm old enough to fly,
That song it stays the same!
That Same Old Song...
That Same Old Song...
That Same Old Song!
Here's another of my Original Songs!
If you want to hear it, here's the youtube link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eENF8-5cklQ

Enjoy!
Cailey Weaver Dec 2013
It's that wonderful time of year again,
when we gather with family and friend

And as the candlelight dances
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.

After all of the family's been fed
The rest of the evening lies ahead

And through the smiles and laughter
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.

And as the music is ending
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.
This is a song I wrote for the holidays. You can see me perform it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYCoBiWLAzw
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