After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that
kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child,
Because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of
falling down in midflight.
After a while, you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong.
And you do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye, you learn.
I sit by the window,
staring out at the rain
reminding me of tears
They fall...
all the time, tears fall
trying to erase my pain.
The raging storm outside...
reflects the way I feel
collecting over time, and bursting
I wonder...
Is it my fault?
am I just unable to be loved?
Do I do something....
to hurt others?
am I unaware?
Or am I too sensitive...
for this world?
I wish I knew...
Am I forever destined,
to be romanced ...
then cast away?
Am I too kind...
giving to others,
what I desire for myself?
Do I give up...
and live only for myself,
staring at the rain?
Should I turn you away
when you need comfort or love?
the way you do to me?
Constantly getting my hopes up
only to have them battered
like the rain beating down ...
I don't know, I never will...
I just sit here, watching the storm
the only thing that cries more than I....
A dog sits waiting
In the cold autumn sun,
Too faithful to leave,
Too frightened to run.
He�s been here for days now
With nothing to do
But sit by the road,
Waiting for you.
He can�t understand
Why you left him that day.
He thought that you
Were stopping to play.
He�s sure you�ll be back
And that�s why he stays.
How long will he suffer?
How many more days?
His legs have grown weak;
His throat�s parched and dry.
He�s sick now from hunger
And falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head
And closes his eyes.
I wish you could see
How a waiting dog dies.
