Show me the other part of you,
The raging storm,
The darkest moods,

Show me the other side you have,
The frown behind your smiles,
The deepest chambers of your heart,

Show me the other part of you,
No matter how ugly,
I promise to bare what I'll see,

Show me the other part of you,
I want you open the heavy gates,
I've been a good friend,
And am prepared to be here till the end,

Lie to me,
That I can go through,
That tomorrow will pass like a cold breeze in a calm sea,

Lie to me,
That I need a bitter song,
To make me feel better,
That I'm not damaged and my actions aren't flawed,

Lie to me,
That you believe in me,
That I can rise above my horrors and fear,
And in the end I can turn into good for my peers,

Lie to me,
That I don't need anyone to stand,
That above all odds that I can push through,
That I can take it with each pace,
Lie to me,
That its us or else,
Lie to me,
That I'm going to be okay,

Penny in the river*

We would have had a wonderful life together,

If I had just fought for you harder,

If I had held on the fights a bit longer,

We would have bought that nice house with a bar,

And have a nice home for you and I,

We'd have a lovely company of our child,

And he'd be the reason to wake up every morning with a smile,

Once the child grew then we'd have each other,

We'd pretend to miss him but deeply relieved that he is a bit further,

We'd run around the house naked drown in our happiness and liquor,

We'd eat ice cream off a freezer,

We'd lay on bed listening to your favourite songs of enya,

We'd live young and grow old together,

May be you'd be okay,
If I'd be with you and stayed,

We'd have a wonderful life together,
But now my dreams are nothing more than a penny in a river,

Why do people act weird around death,
They'd rather talk of their lives and cases,
They'd rather skip the topics at hand,
And talk of something else,

Then there are those,
Who talk of the dead,
Bout how they'll be missed,
And all the good things they can say,

Sometimes there are those,
Who look forward to cheer others up,
Make you feel okay,
Catch the last tear and make it all stop,

Also there are those who'd make you cry,
Spread you're life wide across the sky,
Make you see past the wrongs and catch on the light,
Help you back on your feet and move on with life,

But there are some that says nothing at all,
Because they were there through the highs and falls,
They know the life they've lived,
And all the paths to which they've been,
And for them the loss isn't shocking but true,
So they say nothing,
And they don't have to,

Engaged in quiet conversation,
I asked how you had been;
you looked truly marvelous,
so nice to see you once again.

How were the kids and hubby?
you showed a picture from your purse;
then said you were divorced,
but things could be much worse.

He gave you pain and alimony,
but not amenability;
on how to raise the children,
on that he'd disagreed.

But you had to leave or wither,
your fruit was dying on the vine;
and when you asked for peace,
he said he didn't have the time.

Is there something I could do I asked,
to smooth out this bad news?
you've already helped she said,
it was nice of you to schmooze.