My mother
Is a wonderful woman

Sometimes I forget
Til I call
And she knows just what to say

Her words
What I need to hear

And that's the beauty of it
It's just that simple
And wonderful.

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It's not just the words
But the melody
When a song cascades into the air
It is glorious

It resounds off the walls
And rushes into hearts
More than the simple stanza heard
But the origin, the meaning

Voice reveals heart
The majesty of it
Fills a room
An enduring journey to be truly seen

What is longed to be screamed
Like a rushing waterfall
Bursts through
And saturates everything

Oh the astounding thrill to be alive
And know what it is
To feel, to love, to hurt
To be lost and then found.

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I hold the key
To a lock I should not open
But one
That needs so desperately to be opened

I don't know what to do with the key
It lays there in my palm
The solution to a problem
I cannot be the one to solve

I run it through my fingers
Feel the cold hard steel
That holds
So much power

I have tried to give the key to others
And they use it for a while
But the key seems to always
End up back in my hand

I am glad that I can hold the key
For it is a blessing
But anymore
I know it cannot be mine

I hope someday
One comes along
And unlike I
Able to use and hold the key

But until that day
I will open the lock
When I can
And wait.

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My life is a railway station
In so many different ways
For there are many many trains
That I could take

I do not know all the time
Which train will bring me
To the place I want to be

There are people all around me
Also looking at the trains
Comparing time schedules, destinations
Constantly.

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I search and seek for wisdom
Desperately
I look high and low
Near and far

Hoping to just find a glimpse
It seems like the sky is dark
And all I need is just a hint of light
Rising over the horizon

There has to be a way to go
I know certainly
Finding it
Is the tricky part.

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A loud noise
Shoots through the air
And explodes

It then echoes
Not just off the walls
But off many hearts

The word spread quickly
A land watches
And weeps

Leaders clad in iron nerves
Pause a moment
To gather themselves

And so this dark sorrow
Fills each heart
That hears the echo

Young children
Never to grow old
Gone in a moment

And so we are
Sad soldiers, wanting to fight
A war already lost.

There often is
An idea that it is the best
To open your heart
And give the inside away
And I agree
Usually

But sometimes
The inverse is nice
Small joys, secret pleasures
Can be delightful

I love the way the sky looks
Above a parking lot
When the fog is besieging the night
A brilliant, orange glow

I relish it to myself
Not needed to share the moment
Though it is not a secret

The idea of secrets
Is they hold darkness

I think is only true
In some cases
For I believe
That in some places
The best moments
Are relished alone
A place where only you can go.

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