some people say
this would be the saddest day of their lives
for me
it's the best
because when i cry
it reminds me
i need to knoked down a few pegs.
but my tears don't matter
this is who i am
and if you haven't met my father
you would never understand.
i try to do the right thing with his eye
then he controls me
but if not
well
it sends me right back to hello poetry.
because telling you about my pain
is not what i'm about.
but this is a special pain
that i can't live without.
if i try to say goodbye
it will find me
take over me
control me
it takes this best of me
and turns it into the worst of me
in human eyes
because nobady really knows what goes on inside
but believe it or not
this is the best day
of my life

She walks in strays
And goes by her own ways
You can see her smiles
In about miles away
You could hear her laughs
And you would see her demeanors
But yet, she's anonymous
She's nobody
She's anonymous


She goes down rivers
But she'll never quiver
She stays low,
But yet she's always high
High as the mountains could go
As she jumps down streams
You could hear her screams
Bouncing from tress and skies to our own very eyes
But yet, she's anonymous
She's nobady,
She's anonymous


Her voice carries on
Like melodies from a song
So beautiful and so tempting not to listen
And the look she gives is so treasen
We'll find ourselves stumbling down
And wakeing up, wondering how?
But yet she's anonymous
She's nobody
She's anonymous