I want to be tied
     like a knot or a bow tie,
             entwined and embraced-
in the midst of a strange chaos
          where I shall find myself again.

He would catch me every time I fall
Always being there to hold me
He would say he's the one who has it all
And I would say he's my destiny
A rebellious spirit without a cause
For me to absolve from insanity

Let's look to brighter horizons
Hold each other and greet
Every day with pure precision
Love will be our greatest feat
In spite of so much indecision
Tomorrow's tides we will boldly meet

Together, with my love, nothing can go wrong
I'll fulfill his dreams, he'll end my pain
In his arms, I'll find where I belong
Love like that, even poetry can't explain
Yet here I am, unable to find him
Walking all alone in the rain

Yes, I'm walking through the rain again
Solemn rain drops trail down my face
Just like tears which pain transcends
...Wait, what is this that does so grace?
A yellow umbrella at the towns's end?
Why do I feel so compelled to chase?
What is this fluttering my heart now lends?

Huddling under my umbrella, bright yellow
I feel something good down deep to the bone
Turning around, I see a tall handsome shadow
He too, is walking in the rain all alone
One look into his dark green eyes and I know
He's got a sad broken heart, to match my own

As I draw near, I see into her eyes
Broken glass; windows into the soul
I wonder, just how many guys
Have come, to rob her of control?
I feel as if our hearts beating inside
Share a simple link, so emotional

Linked at the very first sight
I never really believed in fate
Then he gave me a crooked smile, so bright
No longer would I ever have to wait
Our hearts were pounding as one
A new destiny together, we would create

*Never knew, never thought, never hoped
Eyes could catch and spark a fire
In this old heart that I thought broke
Return to me a feeling, once expired
Come sun or rain, our heart's will cope
Renewed, I finally found my love desired

Crawling through the dark
Blinded by the light
Of past lives

Searching through the shadows
Finding nothing but death
And cobwebs

Running through the despair
Trapped inside by the smell
Of embers in the air

Falling through clouds of rage
Anger with no where to go
But back in the cage

Crawling through the dark
Lost, looking for the light
Of life once good

Escaping through a crack in the seam
Finally finding the key
In the middle of the night

During the hours between 12 and 3
Usually contain an untitled me
For who I am
I cease to be
During the hours between 12 and 3

But during the hours of 4 and 8
The world begins to take a shape
But not me
For I'm still free
During the hours of 4 and 8

"I want to go home,"
                                                                   she thinks
                                                                   while lying in her bed.
She moves through life,
                                                                   a marionette,
never actually living
anywhere outside her head.
Her mind is fully consumed
by dreams of a true home
          this
              mythological
                               place
which she's heard of
but has yet to know.
A quarter century of life
             crawls by
          before she notices.
The search for her home
         falls
               by
                  the
                    wayside,
                                                                   pushed aside.
In its place, the struggle for
mere survival.
But every night,
lying alone in her bed
as she sleepily sighs
it crosses her mind,
                                                                   "I want to go home."
Where is this "home" place
                                                                   she wonders?
Houses are not homes,
she knows this too **** well.
A thunderstorm gathers
within her soul
                                                                   until
finally, she crashes.
                                                                   "I can't take this hell."
A symbolic breakaway and
          a
           home
                    is
                     found
           suddenly,
                  quickly,
without so much as a warning sound.
It is not realized within any dwelling,
but a much simpler place:
            the fit beneath a chin,
            arms she's encircled within.
                                                                   "Home."
It takes on a higher meaning,
a more profound definition.
And there is simply
               no way, no way
she could have known,
had any premonition of the
                                                                   home
that would so easily grow
between their two souls
and make her, for once,
                                                                   at last,
                                                                   feel whole.
            "Sir, I feel at home with you,"
                        she sighs.
            "You are," he replies.
And she knows
                                                                   it's true.