i cried today.
i cried so hard i couldn't stop in any way.
i cried;
because she died.
i cried;
but she wan't going to come back.
i cried;
but things won't change.
i cried;
but she's in a better place.

Everyone wants happiness;

                                                  
no one wants pain.                     n
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without a little rain.

I'm so bad at letting things go.
Whether it's a kitten, a friend, or even the last snow.
                   I don't know and I will never know,
why in my life I just can't let things go.
                  I can't let things go;
I hold on too tight.
                  Because in my heart, letting go just isn't right.
I can't say goodbye,
                  I'm too scared; I'm too shy.
I can't let things go,
                  I get too attached.
And every time I try to let something go,
                 my heart gets a new scratch.
But I'll keep on trying,
                 even if it hurts.
I'll keep on trying,
with all of my effort.

Live;
like there's no tomorrow.
Love;
like you're on borrowed time.
Laugh;
like you'd never been heard.
Care;
like you'd heal the world
Life;
it not very fair.
Try;
and live,
                  love,
                              and
      ­                                 care.

There are lots of things I want;
                   memories that don't haunt.
People that don't lie,
                   life that doesn't die.
People that will love,
                   a person with truelove.
People that will care,
                   a world that will share.
People that will be honest,
                   everyone keeping their promise.
People not fighting,
                    everyday being new and exiting.
People that will love each other,
                     pain from which we can recover.
A world without crime,
                    not worrying about time.
Hearts that won't break,
                   bodies that won't ache.
A man that will love me,
                     a world where we can be free.
A place where people can be heard,
                     a place where people watch their words.
Families that will get along,
                     a world where there will be no wrong.

The snow gently f
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                                    on the ground;
there is absolutely no other sound.

The snow-covered trees have lost all of their leaves;
          they were taken away as though by thieves.

Dark green pine wreaths on everyone's door,
and the great winter spirit that we need more.

Tracks in the snow show that there that is life in this part of the year.
Rabbits, wolves, and white-tailed deer.

Famous last words,
there are plenty of them.
But the last words of a person we love
can mean more than any gem.
                    
                    Words that we remember,
words that we live by.
                     Words that we treasure,
words that don't lie.

Nothing lives forever,
everything must die.
But the last few words of a person's life
can make us feel more alive.

Whether it's your mother,
a piano teacher,
a friend,
a father,

last words can make a difference
and touch our hearts.

                               "Make me proud."

Those last words were said strong and loud
from the lips of a person I loved to pieces.

They may not be famous,
they may not be long.
But no last words
can ever be wrong.

Close your eyes and try to imagine;

a place where water makes you die,
a place so bad you'd rather live outside.

A place where the sun burns you till' the bone,
a place where you'll die all on your own.

A place where living is a nightmare,
a place where there is no food to share.

A place where people have no clothes,
a place where people have no homes.

Now look at yourself...

Where you are; what you wear.
You live in a place where people care,

You have nice clothes,
and shoes for your toes.

You pick what foods you want to eat,
the vegetables, the fruit, the meat.

You pick your life and the way you want it to go,
when so many people already know.

Roses are red,
Voilets are blue.
There is always a person,
who's better than you.

Some people just don’t understand,
how lucky they are to have a friend.
But I have more than just a friend,
because a broken heart she can mend.

I never knew I would get to know her so well,
I never knew that she’d be able to tell.
The brokenness I had inside me,
I thought no one would be able to see.

Piano was something that we had just between us,
something that was too great to discuss.
The gentle sound of the piano
healed us both; and we didn’t even know.

The music is soft as fur,
and she listens as if it's a special sonata just for her.
She closes her eyes and folds her hands,
her face surrounded by brown strands.

Mistakes never even touch her ears,
And as she listens, her eyes fill with tears.
I can tell that she feels Beethoven's first movement,
As she slowly nods her head in approvment.

It has been quite a while,
but everyday she makes me smile.
She’s way up there, safe in her haven,
and God’s angels carry the delicate notes up to heaven.

My best friend she was, my best friend she is,
and with a caring heart she made me hers.
And though she can’t be with us here today,
I know she looks out for me everyday.

If I had 88 keys my life, that’d be great.
I could let you feel my life in so many different ways.
You’d feel the rain, the sunshine,
the pain, feelings you can’t define.

If I had 88 keys in my life,
you’d feel what it's like to be stabbed with a knife.
You’d feel all the feelings;
ones that hurt, ones that have healings.

You’d know the feeling of true love
and you’d know the feeling of being able to fly like a dove.
You’d know the feeling of being scared,
And the feeling of remembering the moments with loved ones that you once shared.

If I had 88 keys in my life,
there would be no strife.
And there would be no problems, things would be bright.
And everything would be as simple as black and white.

If I had 88 keys in my life, no one would worry,
and no one would scurry.
No one would be scared,
And no one would be snared.

If I had 88 keys in my life,
you’d know what it feels like in the afterlife.
You’d know the feeling of being above,
you’d know the feeling of being loved.

If I had 88 keys in my life,
I know that even God can hear the sound rife.
And if my lost sisters are up there in their haven,
angels carry the delicate notes up to heaven.