All the times when you cry
And tears just keep flowing
Also when you’re just laughing
And your stomach starts to hurt
Times when you’re so lonely
Your heart begins aching
Also when you’re so happy
That it just overflows
All the times you were angry
And your vision gets clouded
Times you’re just daydreaming
About your future plans
It’s moments like these
That make up our lives

Spring is the time of new life
Death, but a lost memory
Life, is once again, renewed
The light of hope shines brightly

Summer is the time of youth
Blazing along with the sun
The memories made with friends
Will burn longer than summer

Fall is the peak of your prime
Body at maturity
The mind is filled with wisdom
But the end, is very close

Winter is when death comes down
Slowly, and gently, wrapping
The earth in its cold embrace
Putting everything to sleep

A connection that’s so profound
That can’t be explained with mere words
A bond that is incomprehensible
A link that can last and will never break
A relationship that is authentic
One that is genuine to the core
A connection that’s real
Is what I’m looking for

Seconds gone in a blink
Hours are just so brief
Days are momentary
Months are so short lived
Years just disappear
Life is so fleeting

I lay here on the grass
Looking up at the sky
Eyes moving and searching
For that rare shooting star
I took a breathe, deep and slow
My chest rising, and falling
A minute passes by
And then another one
Then a streak of light
Zips across the sky
I close my eyes
Making my wish
Wishing for someone out there
Who’s also wishing for me
I open my eyes
And I’m still wishing

I lift my head up and look
To see my own reflection
Everything on the surface
Laid to bare, hiding nothing
All blemish the eye can see
Judged for every little thing
All they see is the exterior
Everything inside, never seen
Making first impressions
Wrong way too many times
The mirror is so misleading
Because it doesn’t show everything

It cools my face
As it hits me
It causes the trees to sway
As if they were in a dance
Windmills begin spinning
Urged on by the strong force
At times it’s ever so pleasant
And other times it’s too fierce
Wind, oh wind
So fickle