I don't know how to write a book,
or dance in the ballet.
I don't know how to greet a queen,
or ask about her day.
But most of all there is something
I don't know how to do...
That one thing would be to say goodbye
to you.
You've been there through my tears,
my good times and my bad.
You saw me through my days,
the happy and the sad.
You left us all so suddenly, gone,
so far away.
I wish I could tell you I love you
to this very day.
I think I say this for everyone
when I tell you at I miss you.
Because the main thing that is
so hard for us to do is to say goodbye
to you.

She stares.
Her eyes empty, and sad.
Her belly swollen
with child.

They look at her.
They see no gold band
that should adorn a
young woman's finger.

They click their toungs,
the soft 'tsk, tsk' floating
past her ears as if she
can't hear them.

She waits by the docks
for him, hoping he'll
come home to her.
'Who is she?' They wonder
'What is she waiting for?'

Not that they care,
its just more gossip to share.
But what they don't
notice, or even care to see,
at the end of the dock,
She waits, and she cries.

Because he's never coming home.

He looks at me.
His eyes the same dark brown
as I remember them.
I feel nothing for him.
Not like I used to before.
His hair the same deep, dark brown,
like his eyes.
A spark lights up in his eyes.
He remembers me, from a distant
past so long ago and forgotten.
I say nothing to him.
He passes right by me.
No 'Hello' no 'How have you been?'.
Just nothing, not even a nod.
I belong to another.
So he doesn't matter.
But it still hurts, because I remember.
That once, a very, very long time ago,
deep in my past, that I thought
I loved him once.
I thought I loved him once.

I awake with the moon,
The crickets how they sing.

The stars, oh,
how they shine,
Like the moonlight on my skin.

My one true love,
he waits for me,
Under the shadows,
behind the trees.

Waiting, watching, wanting, wondering
Until he finally gets to hold me.

The dress of white I'm wearing,
Looks unreal to me.
Passed down from one generation to another
In my family tree.

Now it belongs to me.

I awake to find my husband lying close behind me.
The love I feel for him still welling up inside me.

When wake up I'm always feel glad so it seems,
When I realize that I've had
my wonderful Midnight's dream.

Make love to me on a bed of roses,
Make it beautiful, make it sad.
Make it so much more special than
any love we've ever had.

Kiss me 'til my lips hurt,
Kiss me 'til I'm numb.
Kiss me because of the beautiful
young woman I've become.

Hold me safe inside your arms,
Hold me close and tight.
Hold me until the sun goes down
and deep into the night.

Listen to my heart beat,
Listen to my song,
Listen close to your heart and see that
we belong.

We fit like puzzle pieces,
We fit like a lock and key,
We fit because you gave me a reason just
to be me.

Hold my hand through good times,
Hold it through the bad.
Hold it through the tough times,
the troubled and the sad.

Walk with me into the light,
I won't leave you behind.
Walk with me and hold me close,
I don't think God would mind.

Because you're mine.

I'm tired and I'm lonely,
I'm sickly and I'm cold,
My lips are dry and cracking,
My clothes starting to mold.

Left out on the streets I am,
just a little girl,
Everyone walks by and laughs at my greasy,
stringy curls.

My body is covered in dirt,
My clothes are stained and messy,
I've got scrapes, bumps, and bruises,
with no mother at all to kiss me.

I live in empty doorways, old allyways,
and old abandoned cars,
but my face will always hide my saddest,
deepest scars.

I've seen more and done more in a day
than you may in a lifetime,
just think, all of this and I haven't even
reached my prime.


I've been beaten, stolen, broken,
and taken for granted,
I look at normal people and
I don't think they'd understand it.

I'm homeless but I smile every time
someone looks my way,
because even though I'm not one of
them, I hope they never have a bad day.

Voices, there are voices, voices that I hear,
singing, sighing, multiplying, whispering in my ear.
Sometimes they are soft and sweet and sometimes they are mean,
I only wish I could wake up from this fear envoaking dream.
Voices, there are voices, many voices that I hear.
I wish, oh how I wish, these voices would disappear.
They chill me to the bone, in fact, to my very core,
but the only thing they ask for is "More blood, MORE!"
They scream and cry and rave at me until they get their way,
but I'm afraid that my many, many voices are hear to stay.
I wish, oh how I wish, that other people could see,
the many, many voices that are haunting me.