The sun rained down on the city that day
the day that everything changed

The old man walked alone that day
watching as his feet hit the ground
every step was a new beginning
and he was surprised by what he found

The children played together that day
wishing they could grow up too fast
not knowing how quick it would  come anyways,
they still wished to forget the past

The mother sat alone that day
surrounded by empty minds
mourning the loss of her little girl
tears came with every new thing she finds

The girl was surrounded that day
as darkness filled the air
thinking about what would come next
every thought was too much to bare

The man drove for only himself that day
losing control with every mile
every action had a payout
that broke spirits and smile

Can you  think back to all the times that made you laugh or cry?
These are the memories of many days gone by
The baby getting measles, the dress you couldn't have
The diapers and the sleepless nights and all that sticky salve
Oh  how the years pass quickly, and then we miss them so
The days we thought would never end  are in the wind to blow
The boys are almost men now, the girl a little lady
They tell you of their tales of woe, sometimes a little shady
The years are a reflection of what we've said and done
They tell you  of one womans daughter,  another womans son

The definition of forever
As I was always told
Was something pure and lasting
Neverending, whole
But now as I remember
Forever is not what it seems
Something lasting always
Could only be in dreams
And as I grew and shaped my mind
I created a definition of my own
So here I come to be
Still not fully grown
Though now I know forever
Is a thing of fantasy,
For that is what you promised
And look where you left me

once in a blue moon,
someone comes along
and picks you up,
dusts you off
and shows you a strength
you didn't know you had,
a you
you didn't know you were,
a feeling
you didn't know you felt,
in a heart
you didn't know you had.

Can it be possible
That life is nothing but a dream?
Maybe one day well wake up,
Only to find that none of it was real.
All the joys and sorrows
Of victories and defeats,
The feeling of hope and love
Were as surreal as they seemed.
All the mountains and oceans
And tress and life,
The friends we made, the tears we cried.
Those moments of elation and the feelings we had,
The times we spent eating candy and laying back in the sand.
The pretty dresses we wanted and the heels we admired
The musicians we wanted to meet and ambitions we wanted to fulfill,
Were nothing but fragments of our imagination.

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

sometimes, i wish these words could hold you.
i wish they could wrap their consonents arround your shoulders,
and i wish their vowels could whisper secrets in your ear.

i wish that these words could make 700 miles seem like right next door.

i wish that these words could derail trains,
sink ships and clip the wings of even the mightiest birds.

what if, these words could stop you in your tracks,
send a chill down your spine,
and hum you the simplest lulaby.

what if these words could send your heart racing,
make your eyes well with tears,
and help your spirit soar.

A figure tall and grey
waltzes through the night.
The way is cold and dreary,
this one meets no light.
The trees stand firm around him
to fix his line of sight.
The road must lead to somewhere
and the man will find it right.

The path is long and gloomy
but never one to fear.
Many have walked upon it
yet seldom shed a tear.
The darkness hides no demons
and the air is thin and clear.
The man will never tire,
nor turn to check his rear.

The man knows where he comes from,
but not to where he goes;
and many trot behind him,
in neat and tidy rows.
Some of them companions,
others are his foes,
yet they keep on marching,
into that which no one knows.

None will stop to look around
or even begin to think
why they walk on soggy ground
nor why their journey's in my ink.