I read her prose about love and what not
And yet what goes through my mind is but a thought
Love is not sacrifice like she says on the page
It is not giving up because you can not be engaged
Love is being whole with someone so close
It is being friendly and being a good host
Its sharing your stories and praising her name
Critically judging as she’ll do the same
But you're both better for “it”
And “it” will be missed

Don't stop now, you’re making good progress
History is being made
Please don't stop, wow, it is a lot of stress, yea
But think of the glory and fame
Carry on child, though your path be harsh
And your life be filled with pain
Carry through the wild, you are a shooting star
And you have a lot to gain

Nature salutes me on the front line
Fighting the good fight with poetry sublime
Planting kindness into dark hearts
Preaching my morals is just the start
I will write of the trees, and flowers, and bee’s
I will write of the life, and struggle, and strife
I will write of the role in my poetic lead
I will write of my love and her need to be free
But i am not bias against misery and death
I will write of the soldiers whose fate is met
While i am wise, they give their lives
For freedom and honor and sacrifice

Its loud in here and my mind is failing
No matter the cheer, my body is bailing
I can't stand the noise, and i can't stand the crowd
It wasn't my choice and i am not proud
I'm wishing for peace and solitude too
But i’ll only receive loud noises from you

Sing to me but make it sweet
Verse one, then chorus, then repeat
Sing to me a beautiful sound
Verse two, then chorus, then back around
Sing to me your melody
Verse three, then chorus, and back to the beginning

Listen… can't you hear it?
The song in the back of your head!
Listen… can’t you hear it?
Those melodic sounds aren't dead!
Look… can't you see it?
The love once felt, not lost!
Look… can’t you see it?
She is not completely gone!

I've been with her
And i've been away
It always feels quicker
When its always the same
Nothing has changed
And nothing ever will
She was once a young lover
And lives on in my little girl