You meet me and think I’m nice
others meet me and think me mean
Sometimes I wonder why can’t I be both in someone’s eyes
I love to easily, and care too much
I would die for the ones I love,
Fight until the death…
But that’s because I love too easily and care too much.

I look at people, I feel their pain…
I want to help so much
To ease everyone’s suffering
To fight everyone’s battle

The weak need someone to lean on
The strong need someone to have their back
But I just want someone to see me for me.
No one understands, I love too easily and care too freely.

My heart aches for the homeless and the poor
For victims of all crimes
For the people who face stereotypes and discrimination and racism
For the people who don’t have a chance because everyone judges them
But no one ever listens.
I ache for the mistreated and homeless animals
For the person who has no family to call his or her own.
You look at me and think she’s too nice, she’s too mean
Yet can you say you know me?
Do you know how I really feel?
Yes, I am both.
I care too much and I’m easily brought to anger
An injustice to one person is an injustice to us all.

Oh night, that time when nothing alludes us..
when we think about the past, present, future, and everything in between....
the time where the blackness refuses to be quiet,
and the quiet seems to sing.

That time when you dream your dreams
And fight off the bad guys,
When you see into yourself with the hindrances of society

Night, when you lay in bed and meditate,
Thinking thoughts you wish you had never thought,
The time where everything is nothing, and nothing is everything
Where silence is not really silence

Its own reality,
the thing children associate with the boogie man,
The thing that brings good and bad dreams,
The thing that is so foriegn and plays by its own terms

Night, the beautiful, blackness that surrounds us all.
The blackness with beautiful twinkling lights,
The dark the points out your flaws
The dark that never lets you escape

One fateful day he was taken away,
Not to be seen again,
We know who's choice it was,
We had to let go,
but still our hearts were filled with woe

Its been 12 years,
The pains not gone,
He's missed all the same.
But tomorrow is the day God took him away
just a week from my birthday, that fateful day

It was the last time I saw him,
The last hug before I went to school,
That night was the worse,
when mom got the call from the hospital.

I miss your singing,
your playing guitar.
I miss your laugh,
I miss you Dad.

But God took you away,
Along with all your pain,
So I'm glad, yet sad that your gone.

No new memories,
You won't be there to walk me down the aisle
Or be a grandpa
But nevertheless,
Never ever ever forgotten.