I wanted to be like you
when I was growing up
I thought I knew you
but I didn't
you wouldn't let me know you
not the real you
not the mother you're supposed to be
not the mother with open arms
not the mother who understood me

I wanted to be like you
when I was just a little one
My eyes were cast upon you
My heart was full of joy
and life was worth the while
but you didn't want that
you didn't love me
you didn't care
..
not the way a mother
should love her child

Instead you chose something else
something that tore us apart
something I dreaded
something more important
more than I'd ever be
something any child
wouldn't want in life
if she truly understood

I don't want to
follow my Mother's footsteps
but to create
a better life...
......
or should I?

I want to grow up
and be just like you
strong
loving
caring
sweet
kind

I want to grow up
and know things you do
how to love
how to care
how to be kind
how to do
the things you do

I love you Mommy.

There's a switch that refuses to be changed
It lies within the very depth of one's soul
Where one refuses to follow the tunnel to the light
and in which to bring himself into the darkness.

There's a world out there we cannot explain
It lies within the very depth of one's heart
When on mountain leads into the vast open
and in which we never want to even return.

That part of our lives lives with only a heartbeat
It lies within our inner being... an inner darkness
Where our fears outweigh any goodness within
and in which we lose sight of all that was good.

Don't fall into that darkness...
There's no way out..
I beg of you.

They are the light of the world
so let us be their inspiration
hold a candle in their honor
and let's begin the celebration!

Where's the blessing
when the sun refuses to shine
the birds deny their song
a child chooses to cry?

Where's the blessing
when the stars lose their glisten
the flowers forget to bloom
the pain is unbearing?

Where's the blessing
when a mother forgets her child
then turns and walk away
to a world of unknown?

Where's the blessing
when darkness is overcast
the world's upside down
life becomes such torture?

We tend to forget
the little things in this life
the spark to encourage
the eyes of a child.

What happened
to the blessing?

Countless times I've called out
my voice is just another bit of the wind
no one to hear my voice
no one understands.

Countless times I've spoken
my voice just trails to another dimension
no one to hear my cries
no one grasps my heart.

Countless times I've reached out
my voice is just another broken record
no one to feel my pain
no one to believe.

Countless times I've called out
my voice is just another bit of the wind
no one hears my heart
no one understands.

blinded by the light
my heart skips a beat
the glare's too much
no place to go
unlike where I've been
help me

blinded by the glare
my heart beats faster
all unknowing
nothing to do
but sit here in fear
help me

what did the maid do
with my glasses?