O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
Electric
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark
water.

Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord.
I want high school report cards
to look like this:

The sixth day of April
Beginning another week of rain
The ground's already saturated
No where left for the water to drain


But I will take this
Over California's drought
Seeing how things are there
Makes me thankful for here, no doubt

That same line of thinking
Applies to much in life
No matter how bad things maybe going
There are always others facing more strife

We all have our burdens
Our troubles and ills
Stresses and anxieties
Dealt some bad deals

But it's all in our attitude
In our troubles do we wilt and die
Or do we grow stronger
Always reaching for the sky

That's a choice we all make
Each and every day
May we each make the right one
I truly hope and I pray.

"And We're Burning All the Bridges."

she listens to the lyrics and thinks of what her mother had told her:

"You are their bridge"

*they must be burning me now