Sitting alone on the park bench

watching the sun set,

While feeling all alone

a beautiful stranger i met.



He said his name was Johnny

he already knew my name

Johnny was so perfect

with him, it just wasnt the same.



Johnny’s eyes were lovely

a darkened shade of brown

Johnny was there for me

with him i never wore a frown



Johnny drowned my sorrows

and johnny loved me so

johnny was so perfect

he promised he’d never let me go



whenever i felt alone

and so out of place

johnny was beside me

told me “dont give up this race”



Im so much happier now

i have somewhere i belong

Johnny is my voice

my strength to keep me strong



Johnny would hold me

when i’d start to cry,

when darkness had me surrounded

Johnny was my sky



sitting on the park bench

Im feeling all alone

I cannot find my johnny

he isnt there at home.



I called out to johnny

but the park was very quiet

I was crying now

and johnny didnt hear my plight



Johnny where are you?

Where did you disappear?

Johnny i cant find my way,

why did you leave me here?



People passed me by

staring at my face

No sign of my johnny

Not a single trace.



The dawn of truth struck me

shattering me like glass

i entered into the real world

dreamworld wouldnt last



Johnny was my imagination

johnny was from my mind

and while i was lost in dreamworld

to reality i was blind.



There never was a stranger

I was all alone,

still sitting on the park bench

far away from home.



see johnny didnt leave me

nor did he stop to care

while i was sitting on that park bench

a “johnny” was never there…

I met her once
a little, blind girl
who had let me
inside her wonderful world.

Yes, she couldn't see,
the girl with eyes bright.
Yet, she loved her world
like she never lost her sight.

She heard the music
of the breeze that blew.
The love for her world,
it only grew.

She acquainted me with
that music she heard,
from the buzz of the bees
to the chirping of the birds.

Yes, she couldn't see
the wonders of life.
Yet, she smiled
without a sign of strife.

She had beautiful eyes
filled with wonder.
I stood speechless and thought
how could God make such a blunder?

She danced and sang
with a graceful twirl.
How she loved her life
the little, blind girl.

She smiled and laughed,
her face filled with joy.
With wonder in her eyes,
she was serene, yet coy.

She felt her world
beneath her tiny fingers
and on me left a mark
that would forever linger.

Yes, she couldn't see
the life that she felt.
Yet, she never showed
the sorrow that she dealt.

Her world was dark.
Yet,  she saw
the Earth's true form
pure and raw.

Yes, she let me in.
But I couldn't overstay.
So, I excused myself politely
and quietly walked away.

I had met her once
a little girl who couldn't see.
Yes, she was a child
but the happiest there could ever be

We're all just broken pieces
Falling apart
We need the other half that fits
Fixing our heart
All our jagged edge and flaws
Coming undone
Just needing our matching soul
Our perfect "one"
Love is simply two imperfect people
Joining together
Making something more than perfect
*That lasts forever

Beating,
Drumming,
Rolling,
Jumping,
Spinning,
Dancing.
That is how my heart behaves
When I am so close to you.