A piercing call has reached my phone
Screeching in my ears
And calling up a thought that I have hung up
Worse yet I have let you go to voice mail
Your calls ring out in my brain
Telling me you didn't want this
And that you did want it
But I don't know
Your a complex machine
You have to many wires
I can't follow how they are strung
Your functions are endless
And I could have done anything with you
And yet I could not turn you on
And press your buttons
Or maybe I just didn't want to
I was to scared that if you were on
I would take you out and lose you
Because I have lost many things before
And whenever I get used to something
It powers off or is lost or is broken
All this from one call
I'd say it's quite a feat
To call this much out
From the past messages of my mind
Your obviously programed in my memory
Your a favorite a charished contact
And i miss your not so frequent calls

i have you say
on a day quite like today
that your favorite couples you see
are not you and me

i belive that we mesh together
just like the bird and the feather
and we shall fly
just as high

i can see you now, sitting there
your hand carresing your hair
and day after day it amazes me
the beauty that i do see

your beauty runs deep
through and past your body and out with your every peep
it coarses through your complex mind
and gives me awe that i have found such a wonderful find

i want to hear you say
that your favorites are you and i
we do mesh together
and i am as high as a blazed bird
and as you sit ther i wish your hands were mine
just so that i be closer to the beauty that is you
your beauty runs though you into me making me better, stronger
and together we are a wonderful find

keep fighting youngster
your thought controls your mind
and you mind controls your body
so dont let your hope fall in the dumpster

i know who you are
and then again i dont
but i can tell without a doubt
that you wont fall from this earth, like a shotting star

your a fighter
you will make it through this
and when you do
your life will never shine brighter

please i expect good news
and when it comes
i want to know
let me know, these are your dues

i hear things
i dont know where it comes from
or who or what creates these things i hear
these sounds crescendo to a fortress of acceptance

they sing sad songs
because that is what my mind holds dear
haunting melodies of sweet love gone sour
make my head sway with a sense of knowing

because these songs are my stories
and in my mind i dont need to cower
from a house singing dark melodies
i can arrange those tunes so others will know my pain

i hear things and yes i may sound crazzy
but keep quiet please
just for a moment
while i finish this song