I Am Corrine
I Wonder why people are so cruel
I Hear people yell and call each other names
I See the world as a place that needs to change
I Want people to make the world a better place

I Pretend the world is filled with love but really it is mostly hate
I Feel we should work together to make our world a better place
I see people on the street and wonder why people don't try and help  
I Worry that the world will never change
I Am Corrine

C- Can you hear my heart calling your name?
O- Only you, that I've been thinking of...
R- Remembering the words that you said,
R- Rewinding our exchange of conversation while lying on my bed.
I- I'm still worried but you promised me...
N- Now I wish and pray,
E- Every little thing as days gone by...will be OK.

Dedicated to: Corrine B.

I fully understand what you feel,
We're the same, kinda martyr.
Our love story is like a film on a reel,
Our heartache's can't be filter.

I heard your voice over the phone,
You cried while you told me your problem.
My heart's aching absorbing your voice tone,
I think of my own situation and I'm overwhelmed.

I visualize your face wet in blood,
For many nights you cried so hard.
Someday...I will pray to God.
We found ourselves inlove.

I will catch your heart, next time.
When he break it again, you're mine.
I will let you reign inside,
I want to offer you love that will never subside.

The bride was a widow, the bridegroom a widower and that’s where the story begins
She never thought she’d find another and certainly not him
He, for his part, was down on his way to out in a kind of middle aged funk
But there they were in Sausalito
It’s houseboats, who woulda thunk?
Corrine is a writer of mysteries, fond of wearing chic hats
She types away all day and looks at the Bay
With coffee and two Siamese cats
Downright laconic on the SS Ironic
Which needs some marine repairs
She called for help to get rid of the kelp
And voila, Big Bill appears
Brash and tough was he she thought
But with charms that did disarm
The fiction writer is
In need of a brighter reality, a depth charge
So they collided avec wine as the high tides washed upon their feet
Now undivided, the Lord has provided a place and a time, a destiny
For two who lost love but found it again
On the water
It’s no mystery