Only For You...

If stars could fly down from Heaven,
I would catch the brightest one for you,
Just to prove to you baby,
How much I really Love You...

It'll be the one that match your eyes,
That match your smile,
The one that reminds me of you...

There's not another like it,
I'll spend my whole life finding it,
So one day I can give it to you,
Just to give it to you...

Baby I know you've been hurt and I have too,
But I can't see myself doing that to you...
Just have trust in me like I have in you,
That's all we need to do...

Just Believe in us, Just you and me,
Don't worry what they say,
'Cuz at the end of the day,
You are my baby...

You became the center of my lonely world,
You showed me the light in the darkness,
The beauty in what I could never see,
The courage in what I could not imagine,
Baby you did that for me,
You do this to me...

You're there for me 24/7,
Why would I need anyone else when I have you,
Baby don't believe those rumors they aren't true,
I can't see myself hurting you,
Never that, I promise you that,
You're the only one for me,
I want to be the only one for you.
I Love You...

And Now Your Soul

Everyone has moments of darkness,
When confusion clouds their mind,
And it rips away at their soul,
Like its feeding from their whole,
But you cannot let it take yours away,
You have to fight it, find the light in it,
If you give up now, Picture this,
All your enemies picking away at your being,
You screaming in pain, like youre going insane,
Who can survive such torture, you may ask yourself,
The answer is no one,
Then you may ask, Why,
And the answer will be because you let them.
You let them in like a fool, you let them know your weaknesses,
You let them eat and sleep in your sanctuary,
You let them in, no one but you.
You ignored the signs of their existence,
You ignored the answers your mind seeked,
But now you choose to search and it is too late.
They are already nearly done with you.
What can you do now and the answer would be nothing.
Now stop picturing that and picture this,
You. Happy.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Sometimes when I am alone, it calls out my name,
And when I call back, I feel insane,
Because when I open my eyes, I am all alone,
As if this caller had gone home,
But who was it that left so quickly?
Why were they here, calling out to me?

I get this feeling all the time,
Like someone's watching me, quiet as a mime.
It always happens in the darkness,
Why do I feel this way, one could only guess.
Am I afraid of the dark, of what could happen there?
Please imaginings I pray don't embark, lets not go there..

And when I sleep..they come there too,
Who are they, I do not know who,
I just know that its them, the ones watching me,
Are they the ones making me dream what I do?
Could they be the fault too,
For those dreams coming true?

What shall I do in this world of mine?
What shall I do, what shall I do,
What shall I do in this world of theirs?
It takes time, it takes time,
Answer me quickly..

Signed,
My Prayers...

Sinful Me

Sin what have you put into my body,
What is it that you want with me?
How have I angered you?
What did I do?

You have robbed me of my happiness,
And embedded me with this darkness,
All that I ask is that you tell me the reason,
Did I commit some kind of treason?

What is this sickness that I feel?
Its in my stomach, I feel ill..
I can feel it sitting there..waiting,
As if my doom, its equating..

I wish you would tell me,
Or leave me alone, let me be,
I do not know what to say,
So I will bow my head now and pray.

Storm of...

As the familiar storm rips away at my heart,
I reminisce over continuing thoughts of you,
Of how at first you were nothing but a stranger,
Then day by day you became much much more,
So much more that I forgot myself,
You became the center of my lonely world,
You showed me the light in the darkness,
The beauty in what I could not see,
The courage in what I could not imagine,
You showed me alot, if only everything,
Maybe then I would not have to suppress these emotions for you,
Maybe then I could hold your heart close to mine,
Maybe then I could show you the passion my soul aches to,
Maybe then you would think of me as I do you,
Ha..but if that would have happened,
I would not be here, bearing this storm,
May Karma let her give you the love that I would have.

Is It Me?

I'll never be enough for you,
Be that woman you want me to,
I can not dare to share our love,
With people I never even heard of,
I can not stand to lose you,
If there was something I could do,

Anything but that,
Everything we've worked at,
Gone down the drain,
Can't you see my pain?
Am I going insane?
I do not mean to complain..

It's just that I love you more than anything,
But you act like that means nothing,
Is it just me? Am I the problem?
Is that why you gave our love to them?
I am sorry but I can not change myself,
A man does not deserve a woman he wants to change herself.

Just be with those women that you see as perfect,
I admit I am not them, as I reflect,
No, No, you can not be my friend,
I feel even that is a pain on end.
So my dearest ex,
Please go on to your next.

Deja Vu

You ever get that feeling of deja vu,
That you have to look around, for that small clue,
Then your eyes land on it, and its like a dream come true,
Asking yourself, "Is this really true?"
You don't believe it, but you really want to.

It makes you feel like, you've done it all before,
And then you take your time, trying to remember for sure,
Needing the answer, more and more,
You don't know exactly, what you're looking for,
Just that, its a feeling that you won't ignore.

It's like you're looking for love, In a loveless place,
Never really knowing, what you will face,
Hoping that, its not a losing race,
Looking for, Love's secret hiding place,
The one thing that should be out of place.

So tell me, have you ever got that feeling of deja vu,
That you had to look around for that small clue,
Then your eyes landed on it and it was like a dream come true,
You had to ask yourself if it was really true,
You didn't believe it, but you really wanted to,
Well thats how I felt when I met you..

Chance

A chance to make you smile,
Is a chance worthwhile,
A chance I would not mind to take,
If it would ease this ache..

I dislike the sound of your heart as it breaks,
Your tears flowing because of someone's mistakes.
But if I could take a chance for a while,
On a path down the aisle..

Dreaming never conjours reality,
Like you would really give that to me,
But if you would,
I wish you could..

To be the next in line,
The chance to make you finally mine,
Show you my heart is your shrine,
If your heart could be thine..

Is a chance worth taking,
If it would ease this aching...

Mr.President

A President has to clean up the Previous mess,
Before they can start on their Address.
We as humans judge to quickly,
Always thinking ever so selfly,
As if he is some superhuman,
But really he's just one man.


It takes one term to clean up a nation,
And we're acting like its the same as cleaning a train station.
Gas prices went up, because of the war,
Blaming the Current for the Previous mistake,
Do you feel like a rake too?
Being elected in the middle of a war, my what that must do to you!
Looking for a job, but no one's hiring?
How about blaming the one thats hiring? Being wrongly accused must be tiring!

He's just one man with the world on his shoulder,
With our complaints adding to that boulder.
But do we care? No we do not.
Those promises on your mind still, are they not?
We accuse him of things we do not know,
For that reason we do not know!

He is a human like you and me,
What else is he supposed to be?
Without support he grows weak,
Who are we to critique?
We've all been weak and could not move,
While we rested this man was forced to prove!

Prove to us that he will bring change,
All we have to do is provide the Range.
Our nation was built on Belief,
But now we are stuck in this grief,
Left to wonder where is the relief,
All because we shunned our chief.

A nation born on something,
Looking in the Mirror at what amounts to nothing.
Will we give the chance for change to come,
Or shrug it away, afraid of the sum?
I for one Belive in Change,
Meet you at the firing range.

Fingerprints

If I were to die, where would I go?
Could I fly, where everyone know?
Would I sleep for a little while,
And wake up to the King's Isle?
What happens when I die?
Am I put in a hole, left staring at the sky?
Or am I burnt to a crisp,
Left to float on a wind wisp?
Will I feel the darkness of the hole?
What happens to my soul?
Am I a ghost or am I whole?
Will I feel the fires of civilization,
As it burns me beyond my nation?
I wonder if the fires are worst than Hell,
Could a preist say? Please pray tell.

Could they tell me what really happens?
Or just preach one of the omens?
Would they ask if I believe in Jesus Christ,
And doubting Him is well high-priced?
I highly think they would,
Still leaving me misunderstood.

But where do I go when I die?
Do I get to say goodbye?
Am I forced to watch life go by?
People calling but I cant reply?

Do I awake to another time I wonder,
Lifes trials left again to encumber,
From death to birth, I'm borned younger.
Past forgotten in my deep slumber.

I bet I would enter this sort of darkness,
That would choke me with its starkness,
It would envelope me in a kind of harness,
The feel of my senses making it enormous,
Like a world of its own, with no amount of harmony,
It would be just the darkness and me,
Or is it the darkness in me?

What happens to me....when I die?

Common Sense

A man does not define the women he has been with.
He doesn't control their smile, their joy, all that life has blessed them with.
Only the women themselves have the power to control those things,
Yes Love hurts and Betrayal stings,
But really who said life was pain free?
I am pretty sure it was not me.

All joking aside, why blame a man for your anger,
When it's you turning yourself into this complete stranger?
Doing all this craziness you normally wouldn't do,
Then when asked, you just say you're doing you.
So you doing you turns you into Two?
You can call me a Liar, but your actions proves it True.

Yes a breakup can cause a Grown Woman to become weak,
But being childish? That's something only little girls seek.
So before you act upon that Evil thought,
Ask yourself is that the way you were Taught.
You were taught to be this Childish Woman,
Who would do these things over One Man?

I would think you were taught to be strong,
It doesn't matter if you feel you were done wrong,
You were taught to be the best that you can be,
To be a Grown Woman for everyone to see,
Not to let something so simple get you down,
And turn you into this farce of a Clown.

So before you blame a man for your next action,
Look into the Mirror for that satisfaction.
And before you call yourself something, like Mature,
Stop doing things so Immature.
Don't call yourself a Grown Woman for sure,
Without knowing exactly what it stands for.