you fill your pockets full of sorrow
and hope things look better tomorrow
words won't come and tears can't wait
in the back of your mind it's already too late
there's no hope here, no light
can't get through the darkest night
there's no future, no faith that you can find
so you push those words to the back of your mind
"tumor...inoperable... 6 months to live."
it's not fair, all the things you were ready to give
the joy, the love, feels like it's been ripped away
how can you go on another day
when it's all been in vain
and you know nothing but pain
and you pray, every night
that there is a light
and more to life than what you know
a place where you can go
when it's all said and done
somewhere beyond the sun

she had to be everything to everyone
time to loosen up, have a little fun
up too late, hitting the bottle hard
never should've got in that car
music loud, windows down
just trying to get out of this town
and be someone else, not the girl they all know
the one that's meant to shine, born to glow
and this has been happening for quite some time
how she drinks so often, to ease her mind
and she cries, tears clouding up her vision
not thinking about the outcome of her decision
when she's doing 80 and the night is too dark
she can't hear anything save the breaking of her heart
suddenly lights up ahead
numbness, is she dead?
broken glass, windshield shattered
metal and blood, everything scattered
this can't be real
this sorrow that she feels
when she sees the hand fall away
that will never see another day
this is what it's like to feel alone
when realizes it isn't her own
as she lays there, slowly dying
drifting in and out she hears a baby crying
and uses her last breath to mutter a prayer
that someone will come soon and find him there
she hopes it isn't too late
and that he will be alive & safe

Dear future me,
you really shouldn't worry
I'm gonna learn to slow down, not to hurry
I'm gonna be better than I used to be
and someday be proud of my memory
I will find hope shining bright against the dark
and learn to mend the wounds on my heart
the pain that shaped me, made me who I am
someday it'll make sense & I'll understand
and I will be thankful to the person I become
and I'll never forget where I come from
I will know to always show gratitude
life is how you take it, it's in your attitude
and i hope you look back with a smile
because life only lasts a little while
I'm gonna do my best to deal
with what I need and how I feel
so that I can be the best I'm capable of
be full of faith, truth and love

sometimes the sweetest thing heard
is the way we taste our words
how kindness spreads in all directions
and we can look past imperfections
sometimes the sweetest thing to see
is how life is such a mystery
and you never know how it will go
but it's a choice to wither or grow
sometimes the sweetest thing to feel
is anything and everything that is real
the hope, the fear, the joy, the pain
knowing there's sunlight after the rain
sometimes the sweetest thing to be
is the source of love, truth and beauty
it's in your actions, word and thought
to remember all that you've been taught
and always strive to be better

they sent ashes to his widow with a letter of apology
told her how brave he was, for serving his country
how quick a sob turned to a wail
for the sweet soldier who had fell
he fought and died for what he felt was right
and left his lady lost in the night
"I promise I won't be away for long,
before you know it, I'll be home."
words echoing through her ears
she feels like drowing in these tears
because he promised, he never lied
she felt betrayed because he died
the laugther, the love, there was plenty
and now she's numb, feeling empty
because this can't be true
she vividly remembers eyes so blue
and a smile that reached the corners of her soul
he made her feel alive, free and whole
she touches her stomach, and knows she must go on
because it's not just her, she's not alone
there's a child coming, any day now
and she has to be strong somehow
for the little one who will also grieve
for a father who isn't here, who had to leave

he can't remember where he got the knife
now he's behind bars, sentenced for life
was this the hand that he had been dealt?
didn't anyone understand just how he felt?
how days turned to endless night
was he wrong, or was he right?
the need to protect, his job as a father
that man never should've touched his daughter
and he still sees eyes so big, happy and brown
he screamed as they lowered her into the ground
she was so young, still had the world at her feet
she was so innocent, pure and sweet
and he took that, took everything away
and justice wasn't served, he had to pay
so the father watched, he would wait
fueled by anger, consumed by hate
he watched as the life left the man's eyes
and imagined the screams, his daughters cries
he thought he'd feel relief
something other than grief
but the hole grew bigger, too deep
and in this cell he starts to weep
for the whole world and it's people

when i start to feel too much
that's when pen and paper touch
at times the world is cold and gray
and i just get through day by day
then colors come bursting through
grass never greener, sky so blue
and i go with it, because what are choices?
writers use words and emotions have voices
this is where i find myself, all the parts of me
that struggle to explain, to grow and break free
it's in the words i cannot speak
with eyes so tired and lips too weak
and when i feel like i'm falling apart
with the world weighing heavy on my heart
i bring feelings out, with the things i write
singing a broken song somewhere in the night
and the stars shine
the hope that is mine
is in my hands, waiting to be written