I’m a quarter of a century old...here’s my story to you all:

I’m a father of 2 children, truly intense couple years, as I became not just their "papa" but also a chemical engineer.

I have learned 4 languages thus far and have worked at a nuclear plant.

I’ve learned NEVER to judge anyone and then dare to give advice…for circumstances are unknown anyhow, so ALWAYS think before it twice.

I’ve been married, I’ve been divorced, I’ve fought cancer and I won.

I’ve been shown what real friends act like, that sometimes “family” ain’t your blood.

I’ve experienced the truest love and the deepest heartbreak both, I’ve made bad and good decisions…no regrets in any of those.

I’m 25 years old and have seemingly lived through a lifetime, but though the road is still long, I am confident right now.

Because for all those problems ahead, now there’s these lessons I’ve learned, where there’s value in none more than finally knowing what is hope.

It took me one summer night to find you,
we talked for hours until late, we didn't care.
It was like talking to that friend I long knew.
It was the start of something new, something great.

I took my wall down and so did you,
bringing us closer, the unusual pair.
Never wanting more, but feelings grew,
thus ending our journey seems now unfair.

And though I want you and need you right here
I understand that your love wasn't meant for me.
We saw ourselves happy, but it was only in our dreams,
for if we wake up tomorrow, you're much happier with him.

But no space or time can ever make me forget
that when I gasped for air, it was you who I met.
Reminding me that true love can always be there,
you healed my heart...that's something rare...not to regret.

There was a time I used to pray
that I always kept my faith in love,
You then came that summer day
as one gift from the man above.

Yes, our hearts were afraid to love,
but we put all cards on the table.
Not knowing it wouldn't be enough
that reality would turn unstable.

Like that old song we used to sing,
while holding hands on Friday night.
It's lyrics talked of our love's spring,
a love trapped short in borrowed time.

It'll take more time to believe it.
Hardly any left for some grieving.
But, Love can be found after it's tossed!
Joy can come back after it's gone!

Only one thing's left for true healing
and that is found while forgiving.
Because after all is said and done,
our paths still connect forevermore.

I dreamed of you last night,
it happens once in a while.
Us lovers' tale is the usual kind.
Us lovers' tale...except last night.

We are both needing to change
Fast, and before it's too late.

I gave you my heart, it's been yours alone,
last night however, words drilled a hole.
And despite the fact that we're  both at fault,
you keeping my heart might be no more.

Know this is not a complaint,
Heaven knows I'm no saint.

I dreamed of you last night,
it happens once in a while.
Us lovers' tale is the usual kind,
Us lovers' tale...the kind I want.

I found her in the field that summer day,
queen of all wild flowers.
Her beauty was beyond compare,
I admired her for hours.

Something about her caught my attention
as she started gazing back.
That single glance, Gods finest invention,
left an imprint on my heart.

By and by the winter took her away,
There was no one to blame.
I found her in the field the other day,

this time however...

Nothing was the same.

If both despair and anger
were in your soul placed,
In the heat of your battle
would you fight them...
or their lives spare?

There was a man broken inside,
asking that question to himself.
He lived according to his own desire,
a disregarder of life's precious breath.

Would you fight off deep hatred, if in your soul placed?
Would you fight off sour vengance?...Right then would you care?

This man was stubborn and real cold of heart,
unable of loving since the day she departed.
Asking in heartache if she's ever to come back,
He obtained a clear answer from one Heavenly Father.

"If you battle resentment when in your soul's placed?
Why linger?, it's simple...we both know the way:
Choose to be humble, their flaws quit to look,
I give you your heart back, the one that anger took"

He then ended a life when he heard that firm voice,
Yes...the wicked man in him, was the life that he took.

Would it take a lifetime of waiting,
to reconcile the aching heart?
What heals the soul that's breaking,
when it feels an ardent ire?

Who gives your heart some protection,
when you’ve dealt with bitter rejection?

For, what light can be seen
if you are alone at night?
Whose love can you feel
when you remain apart?

Who will answer these questions?
Who will you ask for directions?

Know you've been destined to find out,
with knees bent and recalling your debt,
that there's no room for any of your doubts,
for peace remains...only when hope is there.