Trying to juggle daydreams and night schemes,
Staying clean and flying free,
No one ever told her there wasn't ever a key
To the city they talked about under the sea
Where the buildings made of gold replaced liter in the streets
And happy was the saddest emotion you could ever be
Children were born knowing they could sing
And walking wasn't as impossible as some make it seem
No one ever told her there wasn't ever a key

How far will you go questioning if ends met means,
When did you know you would give up your dreams
I refuse to be the one that trampled your needs
If we can't walk together we can't walk as a team

I am begging you please, please, wait for me...
I'll catch up soon but I was being held back,
By the emotions you're teaching me
And the compassion you lack
How is it our lives found the same track?
When will reality be coming back?
Is this a fairy tale or a proven fact?

I'm tired too but not holding back
"I'm tired," doesn't mean I won't hear you
I may be tired but I live to be near you
We all get tired but I will stay up
So I can be the one you wake to

With two black eyes she refused to cry
She held it inside until thoughts of him had finally died
When she finally was free from anger and pride
She danced for the moon as her soul found the light

She graciously tip-toed in a gown made of lace
Thanking God above for helping her hold on to her faith

Remembering a song she heard some time before
She was ready and waiting, with the chains that she wore

When that day came, and the battle began
She was not the one with the gun in her hand
Instead she was waiting, accepting her fate
Until the gun didn't fire, and the realization was made

When the bullet of reality had finally hit her
She looked at his poor soul and saw what he had always been after
So she left that fight with her head held high
Because today was not her day to die

She called for help from around the block
Armed and dangerous was the message they felt
When they arrived and he pulled out his knife
The officer felt in fear of his life

With two black eyes she refused to cry
She held it inside until the day that he died
When she was finally free from anger and pride
*She danced for the moon as her soul found the light.

I knew a girl named Sally,
Her mom bought her a new pen,
Told her it was a magic wand,
Full of stories she had to tell them

Her mom bought a journal,
With the phrase,
"Your words can change the world"
Written in script on every page

She carried her journal with pride,
By day and by night,
She began understanding
She had the power to write

As her work progressed,
Her stories soon played out
She found the voice she never knew she possessed
Was heard when she wrote it down

So she began telling stories,
Of how people made her feel,
How Johnny gave her butterflies,
But didn't know that she was real

She told a long tale
About a friend she used to have,
Cindy from across the street
Who taught her how to sing

She wrote a lengthy novel,
About Martha Ann Gustavo
Who could play the Grand Piano
Better then Mr. Oswaldo

She colored a few pictures,
With her magic fun filled pen,
To illustrate the points she made
And to give more life to them

Its funny how your mind works,
When you let yourself find out,
You're capable of so much more
When you don't fill your head with doubts

As the snowflakes touch her tear glazed face
Their grip gets tighter as they hit the brakes
On the life they found when they quit running in place,
Or walking, in his case....

The way you could feel it in the way that they moved
Or hear it in their soft sung blues
Or taste it in the drinks they brewed
While seeing it in their efflorescent views

And all at once they were walking in pace,
She kept his pattern without want or haste
But evanescent it was when it came to change
They were thrown a curve ball in a dangerous game

Suddenly their lives encumbered so much more,
They began seeing the light inside each open door,
And the incipient love that they created in war,  
Took a new form that seemed to effortlessly soar

100,000 miles wouldn't keep them apart
They would fight to the death for this serendipitous art
No matter where she was it was never too far,
Without saying a word, he spoke straight to her heart

Road blocks were detoured and hurdles were jumped,
We maintained a hold on our love and refused to get stuck,
Devote time to each other,
And never give up

If you haven't found what you're looking for,
Close your eyes, and look down at the floor
Spin in a circle, five or six times,
Let yourself get lost in your altered mind

Remember the best things,
Aren't things that you find...
They find you,
At an undeclared time

Quit putting your effort
Into finding "The One"
And allow yourself
To have some fun...

I understand your need to run,
But I've found walking brought out the sun
And my empty hand was filled it seemed
The second I allowed myself to breathe

All you have to do,
is simply *believe

What our generation really needs
Is to open their eyes and see
That we are capable of so much more,
Than Facebook and MTV,
That we are in control
of the media we see,
That we listen to the songs,
with the same simple boring beats,
"I'm ****, and I know it,"
is a pathetic waste of a could-be poet
16 and Pregnant, has children trying to do it,
Like,

"I can raise a baby, if whats her face did fine,
You don't have to use protection,
just promise you'll always be mine"

When the birth control she swore she took at four
Doesn't always work,
He promises to help,
And her mom doesn't even yell,
But her mom was happy for Herself...

She thinks about it every night,
With no one that understands,
How happy she was,
When he said "Don't give it up"

If only their future went as planned..

...When every other weekend,
Never comes around,
She becomes a single mother,
With inexperience and doubts...

Now I'm not saying this is directed,
To any one I'll meet,
But it still should be a lesson,
The teachers try and teach..

The message isn't getting through,
And these children will one day be
The presidents and doctors,
That this society will always need

Its time to take control,
Of the lack of common care,
They should put inside the syllabus,
"You must know its rude to stare"
Or maybe fund a field trip,
To a nursing home close by,
I think the children of today,
Have lost the concept of time

I bet if you asked a stranger,
They would be happy to sit and read
From the pages of their memories,
Still clear enough to see

The Berlin Wall come crashing down,
Or a television turn on..
The way nothing went to movement,
And then movement turned to sound,
And black and whites every Friday night
became the agenda for the town

The little country store,
on the corner of 5th and main
would have everything you could ever need,
because they lived in a time of simplicity

Before cell phones, and Instagram
Before laptops were littered with spam,
Before 8 tracks and video tapes
Before Call of Duty and Myspace

Everyone wants to tell you,
Whether they admit they do or not,
But too many people aren't questioned,
Before the memories all stop

I don't want any story
To ever go untold,
Because no one ever asked them,
If they'd simply played a sport
Or if they had been to a circus,
Or on a private plane,
Or in any kind of service,
Or if they had ever hopped a train
Or had been to a concert, or their views on Fate..
Try, "How would you sum up an entire decade?"

Everyone has a voice,
And everyone wants to be heard,
Everyone is capable,
Of looking up the words,
Ignorance is over,
It is time to see the light,
We are the ones who will prohibit those guns,
We are the ones who will fight
We are the ones who will be forced to be heard,
No suit and tie can silence our cries

If we all stand together,
Refusing to believe the lies,
We can escape this future together,
But we have to actually try

Everything isn't so complicated..
If we just remembered how to breathe
Took the good with the bad
The bad with the ugly
There are just some things in life
That we all have to see

Everyone has a story,
They'd probably tell you honestly
But will yours be one worth telling,
When your the Grandma across the street?

Let your thoughts speak, feel free to jump in at any time
and give me a piece of your pondering mind

Too often we are caught up in the possibilities
That we forget to see when things are happening
And when they're happening is when they matter
Because when they're not they don't exist..

Too often we fill our minds,
Like her over flowing carry on
With extras, and don't-needs,
Your travel-size scrabble game
And a book you'll never read..

Empty out that baggage you store,
Replace it with something you'll use a lot more,
A pen and a paper..in case something pops in your head...
A camera, to capture the moment your in..
A daily log, of all your to-do's
And just in case, travel size tissues

Getting rid of excess,
Makes you really analyze whats left,
And you might be surprised to find,
You are happier with less

I think if we took the time and tried,
To throw the useless stuff away,
We could fill up the empty spaces
With tools we use all day
And maybe our generation,
Could finally make a change

So take your pen and paper,
And write what makes you laugh,
Then turn that full page over,
And write what makes you sad,
And when you are finished,
With these lists that you just made,
It might look a little bit clearer,
That you held a lot of extra weight..

It doesn't have to be fancy,
Your phone works all the same,
But a time line of your moments,
Looks pretty good in frames

Make a list, from the top of your head,
In a way you can understand,
Make your self accountable
And follow through with them,
And if you just can't make it,
Be nice enough to call,
Just hope that the next guy who does it to you,
will be polite enough, to at least try and get through

My grandma always had tricks,
Shoved way up her sleeve,
Never ceasing to amaze me,
What prepared really means,
When the moment cannot wait,
and your shirts not allowed,
they aren't much to pack around

Its amazing what you could do,
With those few little things,
Once you give up,
what is stopping you
And make a mental change

Its amazing how much I chose to expose
Put our lives center stage on a spot-light pedestal
Read allowed every stanza that I'd never really heard
Understood the real message,
Not just a mixture of words

As every line flowed right back through me,
I realized your words have more of a meaning
In the time line of my life,
no matter how fleeting,
The thought of you is as easy as unconsciously breathing
Forever's just word with an ever changing meaning
And after everything is said and done,
I'm still stuck here singing...
    
Write me a song,
Sing it louder then before
Devour my passion
Then show yourself the door

It never was enough,
no matter how much baggage I tried to give up
You were starting battles while I was ending wars
But do not confuse a warm welcome, for an always open door

I have spent a lot time where I am,
whether you know I have or not,
I wasn't willing to give up my land
I was refusing to sell my lot,
But the lot that I was trapped in,
Was borrowed from the start
So when they took it from me,
I found a home inside my heart
I worked hard for the family
that I would die for today,
"We can't pick ones we started with,"
but we can pick the ones who stay

Write me a song,
Sing it louder then before,
Devour my passion
Then show yourself the door
Complications have me lost in a mental whirl-wind
Never have I felt more lost,
Then when you've felt more certain
I'm curious to know my love,
If you've thought about it much,
Did you ever stop to question,
Have you always pictured us?

I've read what you have written,
About everyone else it seems,
I wonder if you still like to write
Anything about me

Write me a song
Sing it louder then before
Devour my passion
Then show yourself the door