I don't care what you say.
I don't know why you go on.
You act like you can control me.
You think the worst about me.

I don't care what you think.
You act crazy.
Your mind is plotting to take me down.
Well I think that's cute.

You wait for people to come around.
You single me out.
You throw your worst at me.
Little do you know they tell me about you.

I get talked to about your words.
How crazy you seem.
How undeserving I am.
How I am the mature one.

You won't take me down.
Go on and try.
I smirk and walk away.
We had something nice.

You gave it away.

I've been wondering a lot.
Trying to think of a plot.
Do I really need one though?
Maybe I'll just come and go.
To ponder may be all I've got.

A stranger is a person.
They're fighting something on the inside.
Just like you they do good things.
Just like you they make mistakes.

A stranger walking down the street.
They could save your life someday.
They could end your life someday.
You never know what could happen.

A stranger could be dying inside.
They could need someone to confide.
A slight hint of kindness could change their life.
If you do something nice you could be friends.

What if that stranger is someone who will change you?
What if that stranger is the one you need?
You may never know.
What if you ruin their day?

A random hello or shove could change your life.
Don't take them for granted.  
Strangers may control your life.
A stranger is a person too.

I know a hero.
I bet you do too.
What is a hero though?
Is it someone who saves people?

Is a hero a person who pulls someone out of a burning building?
Maybe someone who takes the fall for someone else.
It doesn't have to be someone who looks gilding.
It can be a stranger you've never met.

A hero is that someone who doesn't let words bother them.
A person who can go about life in a happy manner.
They can take a problem and break it off like a stem.
They can do anything they want.

And I admire all of you like that.

The tempest goes on and on.
I'm safe in the eye though.
Sitting on a log with the snow in my face.
Down in the valley I roam.

In the snowy hills surrounded by trees,
I spend my time sitting on a log.
The echoing whisper of the wind moves on out of control.
Then I see a tree still with all of its leaves.

I move on towards the tree.
The only tree still full of leaves.
As I get closer it looks almost sad and droopy.
Maybe it is trying to stay awake all winter.

Maybe it doesn't want to be dormant.
It might not know when to stop,
Just like in human life.
There are some things you just sit back and wait for.

I've been waiting for some time.
I've been waiting as the heavy winds blow around me.
My life has been all but predictable.
But maybe I've waited too long.

The tree alone in the forest has been waiting for too long.
Its leaves hanging on so strong.
Sometimes it's better to just let go,
And grow even stronger.

The snow rests silently.
Moving in the wind.
Slowly falling too the ground.
Never stopping in the cold air.

It becomes part of the land.
It nurtures the ground,
The trees.
The leaves.

All around it falls.
On the ground.
On the trees.
On my head.

It won't quit until it's time is up.

There was such a tragedy today.
An elementary school was broken hearted.
Students were killed and their lives swept away.
It is so sad a thing for all those who departed.

Why would anyone do such an awful deed?
I give such empathy to all those passed.
Does anyone have a good creed?
Those poor children had their lives taken away so fast.

All of the memories of those who are gone,
Will be cherished forever by those they love.
They will never get to have new memories drawn.
I pray for the families and loved ones of those gone above.