a parody version I made of Who'll Stop the Rain

Long as I remember
The sun's been beating down
Dust and dirt a-blowing
Fire spreading on the ground

Good men through the ages
Trying to chase the storm
And I wonder, still I wonder
Who'll start the rain

I went down Amarillo
Seeking shelter from the sun
Caught up in a hailstorm
And frowns from everyone

News man on the TV
Says here it comes again
But I wonder still I wonder
Who'll start the rain

Heard the thunder rollin
And how we wished for more
To see the rain a pouring
Down on everyone

Still the clouds they vanished
The sun was blinding me
And I wonder still I wonder
Who'll start the rain

Maybe I should stop
While I'm ahead
Throw in the towel
And make my bed


After everything
That we've been through
I cant imagine life
Without you



I can't say goodbye
I was born to be
More than just
An ordinary guy
And its really no surprise
No I can't imagine why
I don't want to live
An ordinary life

I was doing fine
Out On my own
Then I found you there
And took you home


After everything
That we've been through
I cant imagine life
Without you


I can't say goodbye
I was born to be
More than just
An ordinary guy
And its really no surprise
No I can't imagine why
I don't want to live
An ordinary life

Tonight I'm gonna
Have myself a ball
I'm feeling crazy
And I dont care at all

I might be the only one drinking
Maybe I'm a bit too loud but it's all right
Look out world don't try to stop me now
Its Saturday night and I'm coming alive

I'm floating on air
Walking on a thin line
And I feel ecstacy
Swimming through my veins

There's no stopping me
Cause I'm on cloud nine
And I'm gonna have
A real good time today

I've been running on fumes
Most of my life
Ive Never asked
This world for much

But tonight
It's all about me
I'm not gonna stop
Until I get enough

I'm feeling so high
I never wanna come down
I kind of like it
Up here in space

Yes I'm a shooting star
Shooting up the sky
And I'll never be
In one place

I'm floating on air
Walking on a thin line
And I feel ecstacy
Swimming through my veins

There's no stopping me
When I'm on cloud nine
And I'm gonna have
A real good time today

How I celebrate the morning,
In it's warm, and welcoming light!
Though how I dread the wretched darkness,
And the gruesome tortured night!

For my thoughts deprive me of sleep
And accompany the shadows
Cast in gloom.
And in those hours I only weep
And fear my pending doom.

And even the splendid moon,
Does not lift my spirits, more.
And love grants no boons
Than what my heart had felt before.

I remember how I found you
In a cold area all alone
Longing for your voice to be heard.
I picked you up and brushed you off
And went on to show you to the world.
Many people were unappreciative
While others were quite glad,
As they saw the voice of reason
And the talent that you had.
I remember how I had you to myself
You were a great idea,
And a greater friend.
How I wanted to put you on a shelf,
And protect you until the end.
I wanted to show you to everyone,
Let them hear what you had to say.
Many people brushed it off
But you were the reason
Some people were still alive today.
We went on to share a message
Of hope through good
And bad times ahead.
Our story moved through those in need
And even got others out of their bed.
You are my friend
And I'm glad I found
What other people lost
Or could not seem to find.
I cherish the bond we have
And depart with the life we left behind.

Every day I see people
Pass me by 
Their looks are all the same 
Some are angry and some want to cry
Some just need a hand to hold
For when life gives in
And it leaves them in the cold 

My bed is in New York City 
And I think that's where I'll stay
To say how do you do
To a stranger on the street today
I'll die in New York City 
But I know no one will know my name
But if you come to New York City
You'll be sorry that you came

I see rich men in ties
And hobos down to their last dime
Pass each other by every day
The ballpark's always opened
The flowers are always in bloom
If you need Romance 
All you need is money for a hotel room 

My bed is in New York City 
And I think that's where I'll stay
To say how do you do
To a stranger on the street today
I'll die in New York City 
But I know no one will know my name
But if you come to New York City
You'll be sorry that you came

Ah you can have some fun
And do the jitterbug
But you can never
Get enough of

The long way down
They call it the long way down
The long way down
Gather round and do the long way down

Well now "The twist" is over
And summers gone
Just "stroll" on over
You dont belong

It's now the long way down
Yeah they call it the long way down
Ths long way down
Come on now and learn the long way down

(Heres how it goes now)

A new dance
Has made its way
You shake your hips
Both night and day
You shake your knees
Drop to the floor
Jump back up
And wiggle more

You do the long way down
You got it baby do the long way down
The long way down
Now you're doing the long way down

Now I know the hop
Was out of sight
With a girl
Who treat you right

This is the long way down
Shes doing the long way down
The long way down
Come on boy do the long way down

I ain't talking bout no "twist"
That kind of dance gives me the fits
This ain't no "mess around"
Everybody's doing the long way down

For the latest global craze, let us not forget, that even in darkness, there's always the stars. And we may lose everything else but love is always free. We're in this together


"Holding Hands Across the World"

When will we learn
That cities were not meant to burn
It's not our way, it's not our kind
Have we left our shame behind

Why don't we handle it with care
To stretch a hand to our fellow man
To lend a ear to anyone there
What happened here

Things are different
Than yesterday
It seems all our hopes and dreams
Have flown away
I don't remember the world we're in
When will it end
And it doesn't sound so absurd
Holding hands across the world

Mother earth is dying
It's time we make a stand
And raise a glass
To the spirit good of man

Where did we go wrong
To leave love out of the world
Do we belong
Or are we mixed in with the herd

Things are different
Than yesterday
It seems all our hopes and dreams
Have flown away
I don't remember the world we're in
When will it end
And it doesn't sound so absurd
Holding hands across the world

Smoke clouds the sky
As Choppers fill the air
I ask myself why
Nobody cares
For this generation

Things are different
Than yesterday
It seems all our hopes and dreams
Have flown away
I don't remember the world we're in
When will it end
And it doesn't sound so absurd
Holding hands across the world

I hear people saying
That we should let it go
Its in the past
It doesn't matter anymore

They don't understand the reason
They'll never know why
How it felt that day
To see our people die

Well the bible says
An eye is for an eye
So before you judge me
Listen to the other side

What about the towers
How it felt to watch them fall
What about the heroes
Who had to take that call
What about our children
Hiding underneath their desks
And all their mothers stuck at home
Man it had them scared to death
Don't you tell me
That we're just a bunch of cowards
What about the towers

Its been two decades
But still it makes me mad
To think of all those workers
And the life they couldve had

It was on every channel
And every radio
They told us to duck and cover
Some never had a place to go

Yeah the bible tells us
A tooth is for a tooth
Well after all that happened
Id have to say that is the truth

What about the towers
How it felt to watch them fall
What about the heroes
Who had to take that call
What about our children
Hiding underneath their desks
And all their mothers stuck at home
Man it had them scared to death
Don't you tell me
That we're just a bunch of cowards
What about the towers

What is it about a tattoo
That I love?
The pain? Maybe.
I love the way it hurts
When it's actually something
That I want.
Or the way the needle
Touches the skin
And I become the canvas.
My body becomes the canvas
For the work of art
A display for all to see
And some to admire.
Perhaps I enjoy the way
The hand moves in a way so graceful
That the artist
Actually becomes an author.
Perhaps because the piece
Becomes a background of who I am.
And who I am is different.
Different is the same as beauty
In the eye of the beholder.
Or to those
Who only see it as more ink
On a blank piece of paper.

Why should brotherhood divide,
As a tree from lightning, strikes?
A break of dawn, a thrash of wave
And love to our fellow man
We so boldly gave.

Why should brotherhood divide,
Will a man with you for a mile, stride?
Through the blazing heat, through the bracing cold
Should the love for man grow old?

Why should brotherhood divide,
Taking oaths, and choosing sides?
Both the old and new, the many the few
Even death will have it's due


Tis the flash of light, the blink of an eye
From mans first breath, to where he lies
Why oh why should brotherhood divide?

So here you are leaving again
When things start to get real
I'm done with doing your ***** work
And showing you how I feel

You know I can do much better
I won't take this anymore
Ill take  my chances
There's plenty of opened doors

So heres to the yellow taxi cab
I bet he makes his living from you
It'd save you some money
If you bought the line
And took time to think it through
Theres more to life than the backseat
You know those needles won't do
So heres to the yellow taxi cab
And the road that ends with you

You know you can't hold
A chain on me
I won't let you drag me down
I'm through with taking
The fall for you
I'm tired of being your clown

You know I can do much better
I won't take this anymore
Ill take  my chances
There's plenty of opened doors

So heres to the yellow taxi cab
I bet he makes his living from you
It'd save you some money
If you bought the line
And took time to think it through
Theres more to life than the backseat
You know those needles won't do
So heres to the yellow taxi cab
And the road that ends with you

O God - how my thoughts trouble me!
And how my fears they worry me!
I alone have become my greatest enemy
And have put myself into a position
Where darkness rises over me!
But you, O Lord are my light
You are the anchor
Which keeps me from drowning
Your arms are the arms that hold me
And your voice is the voice of no other
Under your wings, am I protected
From the foe that to evil delivers me
Thi You have shown your mercy
Over this troubled soul
And to no other shall I sing my praise!

I'm only able to see the world through one eye,

And yet I see more beauty in it than those who see out of two.

Writing is not a hobby
It's the soul having the opportunity
To speak on It's own.
It's a way of life.
And the more you write,
The more you breathe life
Into a society
That the rest of the world
Has left for dead.

The world is settled to judge quickly. They fail to realize that the world, too,  began as a dream.

Was it cold 
Standing in his shadow
No hand to hold 
Praying for tomorrow 
Things get better
Than they were the day before 
Did your arms get tired 
From picking yourself 
Up off the floor

Did you ever have dreams 
To run away
To start a new life
In another place 
With a different name 
This great big world 
Has so many roads to choose
Until you turn around
And realize it's only you

Shes a woman 
In a man's world 
A mother and a warrior 
But she's still
Daddy's little girl 
She's a woman
Trying to make her way
Looking through the window 
And waiting for the day 

Did you ever think of me
Did you ever see me passing by 
Could you see the stars 
When you looked 
Through the window at night 

I hope there comes a day
When your free to make a choice
I hope you're doing fine 
But I'd love to hear your voice 

Shes a woman 
In a man's world 
A mother and a warrior 
But she's still
Daddy's little girl 
She's a woman
Trying to make her way
Looking through the window 
And waiting for the day

Because I know
Some-where in the Heavens above
The Saints will ponder
To come through terms of Love
Be no more radiant maiden there
Than by the name of Mother, Fair!
Therefore by the name
For years I have set aside and kept, 
No ill mannered fate 
Shall I accept! 
Thy beauty is to me
As the many shores
Upon the perfumed sea!
By the name of Mother 
No other shall endure
For no other
Besides fair mother
Holds a love I dare say pure!

People are angels who have not yet learned to fly.

Remember darling,
         Even in darkness,
                   There's always the stars.

Sometimes your friend is your greatest enemy, and sometimes your greatest enemy is your friend. Sometimes, you are both.

I'm born in the wrong generation
And I'm fine with that.
While others are
Keeping up with the Kardashians
I'm busy keeping up with the Jones'.
While others are
Listening to the new album
I'm listening to music
From a jukebox inside my mind.
I remember the 50s well,
Even though I was born forty years later.
I remember watching Jailhouse Rock
At the Drive in, inside of my living room.
The day the music died
I sat at home and cried.
There is an instant running of
"Let's Make A Deal," going on
Inside of my head.
And I can almost hear Dean Martin
Roasting Don Rickles.
Around this time, **** Van ****
Is tripping over furniture,
While Ricky is coming home to Lucy.
Or was it all just a dream that I had?

My Notebook,
How I miss you,
And our daily conversations.
I miss the way I clothed you.
Not with outfits,
But with words for all to see and hear.
I miss how it felt,
The continuous flick of the wrist
After each word I would write
And how the way each one
Made me feel just a bit smarter.
You were the canvas,
And for once something in my life
Felt absolutely beautiful.
I miss the adventures
We went on together
And The constant foes and heroes
That we met along the way.
And the millions of people we birthed,
Who's lives are still yet to be written.
I miss the way that I was responsible
For what happened in your world,
When I have no control in mine.
And your lines, so neat and straight
Blending in with every cursive word.
The way the pen touched the paper
Was a thing of such majesty.
And like artists, a poets job
Is to make the world a bit more beautiful
One letter at a time.

I'm just a fool
On a subway train
Talking about the one
That got away
The people in the station
They know my name
And the girl I'll never see again

I wish that I could cry
But I'd sound so naive
I could Find a way to lie
And say she never loved me

She played my games
And I broke her heart
But she gave it to me
Right from the start
I'm just a man
And I make mistakes
I'm only human
But I'm less than that today

I'm just the fool
Who said goodbye
Even though that's not
What I had in mind
Everyone knows
That I'm to blame
They call it a loss
And say it's a shame

I wish that I could
Fall on my knees
And shout to the Heavens
"Woe is me"
Shame on me

She played my games
And I broke her heart
But she gave it to me
Right from the start
I'm just a man
And I make mistakes
I'm only human
But I'm less than that today

I wrote this fictional letter, upon recommendation on a website to put an end to my insufferable writer's block and to inspire me to write further.


Dear sir,

Of course I realize, that it has been longer than intended since I have last written to you. In that aspect, I assume that upon the arrival of this letter, you will find yourself in a series of bewilderment, whereas, I have only previously written to you when it came to a matter of expense, and for that, I apologize.

When I think upon the past twenty four years, that I have called you "father," I feel great shame in the way I have acted previously. You of all people would know the nature of my being, what I am accustomed to and capable of doing and still do you show such kindness in your heart.

It is true, that when I have been caught in dispute, I have called upon your name, for I have had no other to call "friend". Only now, in this present day, do I write to you this letter. Not with requests, but with the secrets of my heart, things that I have not once spoken of, that only I know.

When my thoughts reflect to the past, I see how many things you did, within your power, to provide for us children, of your generous nature and kindred spirit, in spite of the most things of utmost ignorance, and ingratitude in my heart, you did for me.

I write to you, also, because I have none other to write to. I am alone. The fact of the matter, is I have been alone, longer than I have cared to. People and things of the past, have since held me in abandonment, and all hope has flown from me.

I am not well. Physically speaking, I am fit as a fiddle, though I have not since been tune with life. She has taken all means of enjoyment from my life. There is no light to be found. She has, in a way, corrupted my very means of existence.

Would you not write one letter to me? Has all means of humility escaped your character? Is my suffering, not in the slightest a matter of importance to you?
For God's sake, I admit the deed! I am indeed as you've said previously, an ignoramus! But there is a matter at hand, more crucial than this unnecessary feud!

I do hope, for my sake, that you should find some peace in your heart, before mine ebbs away from me further. It would indeed be a shame, that I should die all too soon. I do not, by any means have the intention on taking my own life, but the issue at hand has since left me broken hearted, and physically ill with shame.

May God have mercy on you, sir.

Your Servant,
H.A Love.

The world we're living in is one big masquerade.

Solemnly I write these words, well aware that they are not the ones that come to mind.

Some people get butterflies
In their stomachs.
Others, however have moths.

I was so caught up
In everything I forgot
Wondering who I am
And who I'm not

And somewhere in between
Here and now I lost my way
So listen close
I got something to say

I'm not going back
I'm not turning around
Start picking me up
Instead of dragging me down
Yeah I wonder I wonder
If things look better
This time around

Stop telling me lies I'll be okay
I'm just passing through
I'm not here to stay
Yeah I wonder I wonder
If things look better
This time around

Starting making my way back
To how it was before
I got side tracked
On the day you walked out that door

Yeah I remember it
Just like it was yesterday
Things looked different
Than they are today

I'm not going back
I'm not turning around
Start picking me up
Instead of dragging me down
Yeah I wonder I wonder
If things look better
This time around

Stop telling me lies I'll be okay
I'm just passing through
I'm not here to stay
Yeah I wonder I wonder
If things look better
This time around

Start picking me up
Stop dragging me down
I wonder I wonder

Stop telling me lies
I'm not here to stay
I wonder I wonder

I'm not going back
I'm not turning around
Start picking me up
Instead of dragging me down
Yeah I wonder I wonder
If things look better
This time around

Stop telling me lies I'll be okay
I'm just passing through
I'm not here to stay
Yeah I wonder I wonder
If things look better
This time around

Put aside your self judgement.

Of course, everyone is their own critic.

Even the high and mighty know

That all that glitters is not gold,
But still it still shines

Remember to love yourself because

You are the reason people write poetry.

Tonight, I wont be sleeping
In my own bed
I'm growing tired
And see the signs ahead

Tonight, I wont be
In my own home town
Troubles come drenched in fear
Blind my eyes and throw me out

I'm a dreamer
And a drifter
A fighter
But a lover still
I'm an outcast a hoodlum
A gypsy without a wagon wheel
Finding my way
By the stars that shine so bright
And Lord only knows
Where I'll be tonight

Tonight, I won't be
Missing you
You really took a toll on me
Baby it's true

Tonight, I've turned around
And said Goodbye
My shadow walks beside me
I'm alone but it's all right

I'm a dreamer
And a drifter
A fighter
But a lover still
I'm an outcast a hoodlum
A gypsy without a wagon wheel
Finding my way
By the stars that shine so bright
And Lord only knows
Where I'll be tonight

Not everything that glitters
           Is always gold.
                    But it still shines.

Life Has no sense of adventure
                     If you do not take the risk
To wake up in the morning.

Never be ashamed of your past.
Your pain may be the key
To someone else’s cell.

He's brave while hes
Holding his teddy bear
Though he doesn't understand
He doesn't know the people there
But his mama's there to hold his hand

Momma makes everything better
More than a lollipop could ever do
You can see it in his smile
He's a Hunter
Hey Kid this one's for you

Be a brave little teddy bear
And close your eyes
For you are loved
More than you realize
Go to sleep and soar
Into yonder skies so blue
A song is from the heart
And this one's for you

He doesn't like the bracelet
But it really makes him cool
He pretends hes a robot
With all the wires
They put him through

I know hed rather be home
Watching cartoons on T.V
Or playing with his own toys
In his world of make believe


Be a brave little teddy bear
And close your eyes
For you are loved
More than you realize
Go to sleep and soar
Into yonder skies so blue
A song is from the heart
And this one's for you

To the past- Ah, the past.
Afar the near and winding hour
A kindred spirit thou art
To Earth thy mother
And man thy creature.
Why must you prey upon a broken heart?
Be you bird or beast,
Who's wings hold no pleasantries?
How then shall I heal?
Would you leave me, then?
Under foot and solid stone?
You alter things with a different view.
A dream, a phantom, you will remain,
And shall you not repeat again!

Don't be afraid to love yourself again.

I guess there are those
Who live inside their radios
To escape from the pain
In the world that weve all come to know

Then there are those
In need a womans gentle touch
For when life pulls us down
And it all gets to be too much

They hide in their rooms
Hide in their minds
Can't seem to read between the lines
When the hard times fall
You know music says it all

They play it in the bars
Among the broken hearts
In the jukebox on the wall
Where the long shadows fall
You know music says it all

Underneath the stars
The city lights dont shine so bright
So hold on to the love
And hold on with all our might

You may be just
Another face in the crowd
But you can't see the sunshine
If you never come around

They hide in their rooms
Hide in their minds
Can't seem to read between the lines
When the hard times fall
You know music says it all

They play it in the bars
Among the broken hearts
In the jukebox on the wall
Where the long shadows fall
You know music says it all

When you've taken the fall
You know music says it all

When the curtain calls
You know music says it all

There's a girl in a window
At the coffee shop
And Lord shes seen it all
The way she's sitting looking pretty
She looks like a porcelain doll

Shes seen happy faces
And people without a reason to rhyme
They gather around her
And sit on the floor
To hear her story and forget about life

Can you feel the sunshine
Through the window
Does it ever get lonely at night
Does your heart still feel the cracks
From another owner in another time

There's a girl In the window
At a coffee shop
And man she's been around the world
In every place

Shes been handed down
In her faded blue gown
To try and bring
A smile to your face

Can you feel the sunshine
Through the window
Does it ever get lonely at night
Does your heart still feel the cracks
From another owner in another time

She has her dreams
But no one to tell
Her eyes tell a story of their own
Cause shes seen it all
And shes had a ball

They say goodbye
And they wish her well
They walk away
And leave her alone

Can you feel the sunshine
Through the window
Does it ever get lonely at night
Does your heart still feel the cracks
From another owner in another time

Alas, the feeling has kept me ill
That mocking passion within me still.
For I know well, I am shorn of my pride
And no manner in life shall provide.

How I loathe the poets
In a time before!
And the use of language
Which exists no more!

Try-how I try!
To comprehend the subtle wording
And the use of literature today
From yesterday converting!

And even the pen! A simple pen!
Mocks me with its cruel indifference
And the blank page, which words appear
Though my mind, shows interference!

Critics all! And I am mine!
How I long to make a piece so fine!
Alas the feeling since has left me ill
That mocking passion within me stills!

Not all depressed people wear black.
Depression doesn't only come at night.
Not all of them listen to metal music
Sadness often comes without a sound.

A very rich man
Came walking down the street.
He saw a lowly begger
Clinging to his feet.
"Spare some change sir?"
He said with no remorse or shame.
"For just a dollar I'll share my story
And you will know my name!"
The rich man, annoyed, shoved him
"I'm very late! I've no time to debate!"
And he went on his way.

But little did he know
He would meet the man again
On the very next day.
"Spare some change?
I now have asked you twice!
For just a dollar I will share
Some friendly advice."
Again, the rich man angered
Shoved him and went about his way.
Little did he know
He would lose his job that very day.

In few months time,
He was down to his last dime,
Little did he know
He would meet the man one final time.
"Spare some change?
I'll never ask again!
And I will tell you
How we are the same within!"

The once rich man
Tossed his dime
On the ground next to him.
"Alright!" He cried.
"I'm giving up the fight!
Do tell what about me
Has captured your delight!"

The beggar laughed.
"So easily you forget!
Tell me has it crossed your mind
That we have somewhere met?"
The man puzzled for a moment
About the people he had known before.
The strangers on the street,
The beggars at his feet,
Or the salesmen that came in numbers
And showed up at his door.

"Say no more,"
The beggar sighed.
"I can see you don't recall
My name is Fred,
You would know me more instead
If I still worked in a suit and tie.
You couldn't recognize me,
Because you couldn't
See yourself in my position.
But now you do, and so it's true
That we're only the same
In certain situations."

"So what about the lesson?"
The man asked.
"What about that crack?
"I learned that when you fired me,
When the world has taken everything,
The only thing to do
Is to take something back!"

And the name, that they gave
               This beastly creature,
                                          Was "Man".

Passion is making dreams come true, even when you're not asleep.

These were the days
Through the misted mid regions of Spain
During the autumn fair,
In perhaps my most hindered year.

I still remained vulnerable to life and what it had to instruct
Though had I been aware of the vast surroundings
Which shrouded my capable nature.

Al hope had been restored
My heart volcanic
My conscience, there
Through the Autumn air.

Our talks, they were distant,
And cater cousins we,
Who held solemn belief
In things, that most would turn their gaze.

"In she," said I.

"I find myself so terribly lost.

I tell you, if the sun shall rise no longer,
The rivers dry and embedded,
I shall find myself wanting to be lost once more.

And all men who gaze upon her majestic, and harbored nature
Shall gaze upon the very face of the Heavens."

Isn't it a shame
Does it not sound absurd 
You turned on the radio today
But nobody said a word

It all seems strange 
It all seems stark
The bombs have stopped dalling 
And the worlds gone dark

Between the satellites
And falling stars
And the big man on T.V
In the midst of all this silence 
You can barely hear us scream

Sirens go by
Choppers fill the air
They spread their wings
Does anyone care?

I miss the old days
But they've all gone 
Children out playing 
In the smell of a fresh cut lawn
But the sun never came out today

It all seems strange 
It all seems stark
The bombs have stopped dalling 
And the worlds gone dark

Between the satellites
And falling stars
And the big man on T.V
In the midst of all this silence 
You can barely hear us scream

I guess I missed the feeling
I can't believe I'd stoop so low
That I'd give anything
But the end I already know

I know this song all to well
I've read this book before
And I may be put through hell
But I'm coming back for more

I can't pretend no
I can't do without
What you have against me
I can't figure out
Times have changed
And were both much older now
And you spin me around and around
Like a broken record

Should have known
We couldn't just be friends
Should have known
You couldn't stay away

I love it all
Until the end
I guess I'll learn one day

I can't pretend no
I can't do without
What you have against me
I can't figure out
Times have changed
And were both much older now
And you're spinning me around
Like a broken record

I try so hard, and I get so far
Only to fall away again
I try so hard and get so far
Only to miss you again
Maybe one day I'll learn
Before I get burned

I can't pretend no
I can't do without
What you have against me
I can't figure out
Times have changed
And were both much older now
And you're spinning me around
Like a broken record

I saw you dancing In the ocean
Writing love letters In the sand
A spirit no one could tame
Holding beauty in your hands

In the instant that you feel so free
In the second that the truth reveals
Running wild up your spine
And then you know that it's real

There are signs we choose to follow
There are roads we choose to take
A bitter pill that's hard to swallow
Too big of a decision to make

Every road leads back around
Soon enough if you take the wrong turn
And sometimes all you ever need
Is someone to help you learn

And all I ever needed was someone
That would teach me how to fly
Someone to open my door
And turn me loose into the sky

And all I ever needed was someone
To show me how to shine
Like the stars above
And then burn bright like the sun
All I'll ever need is you
You're that someone

In every rose
There is a thorn
A feeling sharp and strong

To play it safe
And not to rush
Until a true love comes along

You spoke to me
A time before
And listening was my worst mistake

That I will know
When love has come
But all I had was a heart to break

And every time
I fell in love
It seems all I hit was ground
And now I know
And now I know
And I have to reap what I sow

But if i knew then
What i know now
Would things still be the same?
But now I know
Now I know
And i only have myself to blame

And this is why
I built these walls
A fortress for my heart
And now I know
And now I know
That my pain is a work of art

But if I could
Change the past
Would I make the same mistake?
But I can't turn back the time
And I can't give my heart to break

And now I know,
Now I know
And I have to reap what I sow