Every woman deserves a chance

Every woman needs some romance

Every woman has some love to give

Every woman wants a life to live



Every woman is living a secret wish

Every woman wants a slow kiss

Every woman can give so much

Every woman wants to feel a touch



Every woman has a dream to share

Every woman just wants to care

Every woman should not be alone

Every woman must have a heart to own



Every woman wants to be a mother

Every woman desires to be a lover

Every woman will give you her heart

Every woman waits for love to start





copyright Chris Smith 2004

Everyday we're passing through,
Is a bit of our life stories,
The wonders, lessons, experiences,
The disasters and the glories.

When a day feels like it has no end,
Just continues dragging on,
The next day is sure to spark,
Your adventures will surely be called upon.

This lifetime's what you make it,
A creation at your control,
Make it a book worth checking out,
Because when your life ends, on lives the scroll.

I will not call, I will not call,
Not call on him again!
I do not lie within his heart.
I lie in place of sin!

He calls me there, He calls me there,
I hasten to the call!
I do not lie within his heart.
Not partly, not at all!

I call for him, I call for him,
I wait with no reply!
I do not lie within his heart.
I dim the lights and sigh!

He calls me there, He calls me there,
I should not go but I...
Hurry into loveless arms ,
Then hurry home to cry!

I wish I could leave this world
in a blur of beauty:
red paint like blood
slashed across a canvas
white as porcelain skin.
There is something
in the terror of pure destruction
that appeals to me.
The scene of my suicide
will be my masterpiece,
a parting gift to the world
that gave me too little,
a chance to make things right.
Everything will be right
in the end
because I will see
the beauty.