On the road to tomorrow, I met an Angel who had lost her way.
     On the road to tomorrow I met a friend I asked to stay.
On the road to tomorrow, a dust did paste the air
     but the coolest rains from Heaven's plains
          soon made my vision clear......

For On the road to tomorrow I learned to love again,
     for I met the most beautiful woman and Angel in life
         who soon became my friend.....

and somewhere
in-between
forgiveness and
forgetting,
you took a part of
me by surprise.

And I could have never
imagined that I would be
falling in love with you tonight.

no words are coming out
for i've suppressed it for too long
and now,
they have lost their way
and they have no way out

You are different from the rest.
I was warned of those who would break my heart but never of those who would steal it from the very cage which it was entrapped in
I never gave you a key, just visiting hours
That alone was enough for you to swing wide the door open and allow my heart to go free
You kidnapped my heart but the key to yours belonged to another
You gave my heart its freedom but free it cannot be for it now lies in the palm of your hand
They never tell you that you don't get choice of your liberator or if you get the joy of holding their heart too

so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"

The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"