Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
The petals begin to die

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
The heavens start to cry

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Let out a collective sigh

The drudgery of life
The need to avoid strife
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

It's all in your mind
A fabrication
Imagination
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

In and out
Up and down
They go as they come
They bring gladness as they leave sadness
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

Deathly still
As still as death
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I've been told to move on

As young and beautiful
As a newborn fawn
As broken and doubtful
As a mind so torn

Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
You have left us tonight
You're nowhere in sight
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

The moss spreads
The dust collects
Decrepit but not dead
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

I've been told I'm wasting my life
I've been told to let go
I know it's all true
It's something I must do
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

You left
and now, I'd like to leave too
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

No.

A simple word
A simple meaning
All over my mind
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

I won't let you go
I refuse to do so
You embody life
A life I wish was mine

Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye

You said goodbye,
not on purpose, of course
But they said goodbye
on purpose.

Who do I believe?
The living or the dead?
Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
It's the only word in my mind.

A man once said
"Eyes are windows to the sole"
as the girl read the paper she said aloud
"........Well then I guess now they know"

He feels the weight of his family dragging him down.
All that surrounds him is the prying eyes of his town.
His daddy stands in front of him, glaring, with a frown.
The weight of the burden he carries is heavy, under pressure, he buckles to the ground.
His knees hit the dirt, and he hears the deafening sound.
Unable to tear his eyes from the dirt, knowing exactly for what he’s been bound.
Wrists tied, forced to his feet, made to watch as they slip on a crown
To the man, his father, cackling, he's a circus clown.
To the woman, his mother, sheepishly wishing to drown.
To the little girl, his sister, crying, watching he’s bown.
To the young boy, his brother, wishing he could just take off that gown.
As they grab him, forcing him limp, one last time, he feels the weight of his family dragging him down.

When someone praises me
I'm like a deer
under headlights
Of course I'm delighted
beaming,
even
But I really don't know-
how to respond
...
Do I brush it off?
Act like it's
not a big deal
whether or not
it really is
And move on
to another
subject?
...
Do I just stay quiet
Look down shyly,
and smile?
Or just let the conversation
pass me by?
...
Do I adamantly
reject it?
Refuse, and insist
to the point
that the person
before me
ends up
fighting with me
about
it?
...
Do I roll with it,
faking non-existent
confidence?
Owning up to it,
sometimes
in a joking manner?
...
Do I immediately
switch the topic
to praising
the one
who praised me?
Or have them talk
about themselves
to turn
the
attention from me?
...
Or, do I just smile
large and wide
and thank
the person?
...
I don't know
and it irritates me
that I can even have trouble
with something
as lovely
as a compliment
...
It's not
negative
hurtful
or even
a criticism
...
So why does it
bother me?
...
Maybe
...
I care too much
about what others
think of
me

Adrift in her storm
Lightening in her Soul
Thunder in her heart
Chaos in her bones
Chaos in her vast depth
A place of danger
Love and lost
All wrapped in her skin