Gliding through the fog,
She comes to the clearing,
Bluebells, Bluebells everywhere,
Violets and bluebells,
You can almost hear them ringing,
Ding-a-ling, Ding-a-ling,
The breeze whistles through,
The newly sprouting trees and seedlings,

My world is crashing down around me
Blood dripping at my feet
My home came crumbling down
No one here to be with me
No one to hear me cry
Again doing what I know I should not
Hoping it will work this time
But the pain keeps building
Tearing at my weak heart
I’m coming apart at the seams
Breathing is getting harder
Waiting on the darkness to retreat
But the black only get blacker
I keep holding on although
My arms are getting weak
I lose my grip
The darkness encloses
I bleed fiercely until my heart stops.

The human heart
Broken
Whole
Old
Young
We all at some point
Put a lock upon it
Some do it because of hurt
Or fear
And hope
That someone out there
Holds our Key

Each lock though is different
The metal changes
Some are made of soft metals
Some as hard at diamond
Some are see through
Some are tainted with evil
Begging to have the seal broken
Others are pure and innocent
Fearful of being broken

Our keys are just as different
The only one we are given
It never has a name with it
No instruction guide
You'll never know until
It is in front of you what to do with it
And even then the key
Maybe not belong to the lock
That you think it does

But one thing is for sure
When the lock and key belong
To the right people
A Beautiful Love blossoms
And it shines to the whole world

Firefly I watch you go by
You make me think and wonder why
You only come out after dark
When the dogs no longer bark
You fly alone
Left only to roam
Oh firefly why?

A child taken,
From mother's womb,
Before first breath,

Grieving young mother,
Non one to turn to,
Not even the 'father',

Her child's soul,
Out of her care,
No way to console,
Her broken hearted infant,

But mother loves her child,
Just the same,
But this time,
**Mommy's little Angel guides her.

Sometimes the road of life
Leads to some cities and towns
You don't wanna go to
Some are the big smog filled cities
Some are the deserted ghost towns
Filled with all the things that
An innocent child's nightmares are made of

These places are uncomfortable
They make us want to hide
Run.
Our thoughts are all different
But they have the same purpose
We roam down the road of life
Sometimes fast at times slow
But the road keeps going

We are brought to places
We don't want to be
But we are never brought to places
That have no exit
There is always another place

When our path finally does end
It is never in one of those places
Fear and hostility are
No where to be found at the end of time
Peace and serenity
When we finally leave our path
Where our human form can no longer walk
*We are home.