Through my life you've been there . . . now there's empty space.
When I needed a hug,
                                     hurt myself,
                                                        or needed protection . . .
You were who I went to.
With your words I made it through battles;
                I believed in myself.

Through the years I grew up and you were always constant.
But through the years as I grew you became secluded.
You found a women who seemed so fair, but looks can be decieving;
               Now this women has taken my place and my words mean nothing.
You're no longer there when I need a hug,
                                            if I should hurt myself,
                                                              and too protect me . . .
You've broken promises;
                Like to be there for prom and graduation.

Now I'm hurt with operation in a few hours.
And this women that seemed so fair keeps you away from me.
I'm getting cut open . . .
                                           . . . and you're going to be missing . . .

I gave you my heart,
I gave you my body.
No explanation given as to what happened,
Just an abrupt end to a long story.

Maybe I wasn't enough to keep you interested,
Or maybe you found someone better than me.
I wish I knew,
            I wish you told me.

All the promises made...
     "I won't ever hurt you...I won't make you cry..."

Not enough tears produced to drown out the pain,
Not enough strength to hide my hurt.

Now you've moved on and I try to do the same.
I try not to let the thought of someone else in your arms bother me.
But how can I succeed when it was mine for so long?
How do I open up to another when my wall came crumbling down?

The shoes you left will be hard to fill.
The solution is simple...
                                                       ­           Find a man who wears boots.

A sleepless night, Jazz in the background;
Smoke fills the air around your bed.

Talking, Gambling, Betting,         Cards-
     Just to pass the time til' called to fight.

Are you a hero?
     You don't look like one.

One step at a time to win the war.
     Your footsteps left in the sand behind.

An empty bed lay next to you,
     So much for "no man left behind."

A picture lies beside your bed -
     A loving women, soon to be wife.

One calendar hangs on the wall.
One date circled with the word "HOME" written on it.

A bird returns with loaded caskets,
     The same one that will bring you home.

Bags packed beside the door.
     Loading the bird with the cargo and friends going home.

Grins on all the faces.
A long flight, but worth the trip.

The ride is rough, boring, and cold,
Unloading is better then entering.

A crowd waits for the heroes.
     The ones that saved them from distress.

Young boys look up at faces in 'awe'.
     "Here son, shake hands with real heroes."
You.

One path,
One choice,
One life you no longer control.
Your soul in the hands of a devious character.
What got you here?
Was it the beatings or the drugs?
Perhaps it was the ******.
This was the wrong direction.
One future you didn't want.
Maybe you could go back, try to start over.

Each memory of what you did wrong,
Re-plays in front of you like a movie.
Sweat beads run down your face.
What have you done to your family?
Tears down your feet,
Heat,
Pure agony,
Their jouney disappeared.
One person,
Alone,
Disgraced by all.

One little girl stands next to a grave,
A single tear runs down her face,
Her eyes are blood shot from the darkness that consumed her.
A lifeless body stands with the soft wind blowing black robbons.
Brown eyes stare at autumns grim leaves.
Tears escape her and fall around her body.
This day is gloomy from the horror that took place the night before.
Mist covers the ground to hide the blood stained earth.
One little girl stands next to a grave.

Is the world a pleasant place?
Or in reality a nightmare in disguise?
In my opinion the second choice makes more sense.
Is life carefree?
Or one more possession that will be taken from us?
For me both seem right.
Life is carefree, but it was given to us and can be taken away just as easily.
Why is there destruction and killing?
Stabbings and beating?
People being abused and children turned onto the streets?
Is it because the human race is selfish?
Or have we just not tried to fix the problems and enjoy making more?
People think the world will get better,
     Thinking doesn't make it so.
The world is filled with violence, in my opinion it isn't going to change.
Life is a never ending circle.
Life is a nightmare.

Once upon a time...
Isn't that how the story starts?
The one that everyone wants to happen.

Is it because of the hope of a smooth story?
Or the promise of happily ever after?
What happens if the story goes astray?

Does the world seem to go into chaos, or do you try to find the ending?
What about starting over,
     Instead of going to an unfortold story?
Or is an unfortold story best for this person?

No one ever looks to the past for the answers.
No one ever asks for guidence in their travels.

Why travel head strong to the future without the past...-
     When it's the past itself that's getting you to the future.
Every step, turn, twist, sprint counts.
Everything is put into the equation.
Where you end up is only for you to decide.

No one can know,
     If it will be a happy ending.
It is one's own perception that makes something happy.

How someone takes from experiences
     Turns into the story one tells.
It turns into their happily ever after.