I thought our love was evergreen
Ever seen an evergreen fade
I cleared your things with gasoline
With gasoline until the garden was greyed

Well the smoke curled like your hair
But it's gone
And I've been teary eyed here
Too long

Goodbye
I hope you never see the tears
I tried
To hide them all these years
Not that you care
That I'm singing it from here
Goodbye
From a song you'll never hear

I watched the clock to pass the time
At last it seems our time has run dry
Your love it tastes like alkaline
Poisoning the earth once it dies

Well we were like a battery
That drained
The toys are all gone but well
Poison remains

Goodbye
I hope you never see the tears
I tried
To hide them all these years
Not that you care
That I'm singing it from here
Goodbye
From a song you'll never hear

Your eyes are the sweetest kiss of all
Your smiles are the brightest list of small
sweet thing, that keep me singing
And stringing musicals out in the rain

It's the kiss in the touch of your hand
In the cookies burned in the baking pan
crying one batch went bad
But I see you're not sad over coffee and cards

You're the gasoline to my spark
The sand to my toes
The ravine in my heart
That nobody knows
You're the river that carves out
The shivers and doubt
And finds that the ocean can wait
Buried in sky we're satisfied -high on our fate

You remember the words I forgot
That December my heart was in knots
that it tied down the three words
I'd known you deserved but you let it go

I remember the letters I burned
The tear etched pages I turned
Around into long-winded prose
For my long distance hopes in your arms

You're the scene to my art
The sand to my toes
The ravine in my heart
That nobody knows
You're the river that carves out
The shivers and doubt
And finds that the ocean can wait
Buried in sky we're satisfied - high on our fate.

I'm on the edge of awake and asleep
And the blade is pressed below my eyes
Hard enough to bruise but not to break
Soft enough that I can't sleep and I'm not awake

Waiting is difficult
But it is essential
Love too soon or too late
May never become love at all
Act too soon on your anger
And you will regret your call
But if you wait the hate will subside
And love will guide your actions

All I'm saying is that patience
Is a harvest sewn and waited for
That reaps a crop greater than the field
One that cannot be stored but produces a yield
Ten, Hundred, Thousand fold the time thrown away
And that time thrown away is never wasted
Because as the watchman waits for the dawn
When morning comes, he breathes a deep sigh
And smiles as the light warms his face and soothes his sore eyes
Patience proved right produces insight
That waiting can be for gain
Above all else what remains
We learn to cope
With man's most powerful curse
Hope

And nothing could be better or worse.

What makes an athlete great?

Is it the shoes or the pace
The coach or their grace
The time it takes to finish the race?
Is it the hours in the gym
The drive just to win
Or the people cheering for her or for him.
Is it the desire
That un-bottled fire
That rages and urges us faster and higher
But who bought them the shoes
Thought them not to lose
Picked them up when they were tired and bruised
Yes I crossed the line
I put in the time
But they all came together to make victory mine.

I hear the stars sing
And still the night with song
A song so loud
It makes the world still

And as the cold wind blows
The warmth I feel
Is warmer than the sun
Or a lover's arms

And their light leaves the night
Dark and cool
But fills my eyes with a light
Only those who look deep enough can see

I hear the stars
And whisper back
And wonder through the void
If they hear me

I sat in the back of the bus,
And I knew every day he would come
With some new joke for us
Some quip about how dumb we were
I can still hear the laughter

And if I raised my hand
It would be twisted and turned
Until my eyes burned and
The pain was returned
Two fold, and my heart was scorching hot and freezing cold.

Too hot to be silent too cold to move
And one day I proved
Enough was enough
And beat him until he cried
Until my rage was satisfied
And his was forced to subside to fear

Now he sits in the back of the bus
And he knows every day I will come
With some new joke
To poke the wounds I made
That he gave me
Of which neither of us will ever be free

If only I'd said sorry.