About The Writer

Kathryn Frumberg

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Shine on

They talk, they stare, they wonder
they wont let you live without hearing some thunder
but when thunder is all you can hear
hear its a song of their life and their fear
and dance to the rhythm of the beat
feel the sway to get up on your feet
cause that beautiful song made of their sorrow
will brighten your light when shining tomorrow

and as long as you are, who you are
you'll live life like a shooting star
you'll pass by as a flickering light
but forever be remembered way into the night
and although that light may come and go
that shooting star wont go untold

so be free and let go of the worry
because you don't know the end of the story
and one day you'll be able to see
that being true will set you free
true to yourself and true to your life
true to the pain and true to the strife
true to whats right and true to whats wrong
true to the thunder that turned into song
true to the laugh and true to the tears
true to yourself for all of your years
and with this you'll see with time
that learning to dance meant learning to shine

because as long as you are, who you are
you'll live life like a shooting star
you'll pass by as a flickering light
but forever be remembered  way into the night
and although that light may come and go
that shooting star wont go untold

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Little Boy Andy

So the years had past, and the memory grew faint
of little boy Andy becoming a saint.

When I was 5 my best friend past away,
and I never understood the impact that this made
I was too young to grasp how to deal or how to cope,
a confused little girl being forced to let go
but what I once thought forgotten, I now come to see,
that little boy Andy was never set free

The tears that I cried of the water in my eyes
from the marks of the pain from the endless goodbyes
flowed down to make a sea, where the tears came to be
a beautiful blue ocean composed up of me

So the years had past and the memory grew faint,
of little boy Andy becoming a saint
but letting him fade to the back of my mind,
shows the powerful nature of the trickery of time
because what once so tragic, becoming so fine,
can only be "forgotten" in the form of a lie
And as the stories of my heart break start to be told
a common theme begins to unfold
with the ending of each one of these shows
starring a confused little girl being forced to let go

And the tears that I cried of the water in my eyes
from the marks of the pain from the endless goodbyes
flowed down to make a sea, where the tears came to be
a beautiful blue ocean composed up of me

The story is not yet over, a few more tides still do await,
and as I look into the water I see those waves known as my fate.