Packaged with Hope

I put you in a package and I store you way up high,

you were supposed to be the umbrella set out to keep me dry

I stamp you with regret and I seal you with your lies,
as I sit here in this rain because it seems I missed the signs
You couldnt walk so I became your cane,
and as this rain turned to a drizzle my love began to wane
Stored in safekeeping on that cold day in May,
in a brown cardboard box you were never far away
The package was inundated and so the seal began to bust,
when in it was my dignity, my pride, all of my trust
So I take a deep breath and I unknot that withered rope,
and as the rain turned to a rainbow I felt this feeling some call hope

Round I Go

Days to weeks to months for years

boys to romance to love to tears

round and round and round I go

another ride on that merry-go

While it seemed at first I did not know

for the knowledge of foresight had no show

so tired and weak I felt so low

but round and round and round I'd go

With each old ride I left a path

marked of experience that will forever last

and looking back, I've learned to see

how the consequence of hindsight needs to be

Days to weeks to months for years

boys to romance to love, those fears
for everyone needs to go through that pain
sometimes you need to be crazy to ever be sane

Round and round and round I go
another ride on this merry-go

when suddenly I smile becuase I look up to see
that familiar change of those leaves on that tree

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

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.

Groundwork of Me

When all I feel is sorrow, longing, or just pain
is when I feel uplifted, by the opportunity of change
The obstacles that we go through, and the suffering that we see
are the groundwork for the sight of the people we grow up to be
Beauty stems from ugliness, ugliness stems from pain
and pain stems from the sickness of the body or the brain
So when feeling unfulfilled, fragile or plain gaunt
is nothing but a chance to figure out what is it you want
So take all of your capacity, all of your strength and sagacity
to find your hope, your confidence, and your stern pertinacity
Because pain is nothing but a showing of life's true gift
of the chance to move in which ever direction, it is we choose to shift

Worried I Will Not Be

When I'm feeling low, a person I need, to help me through the pain
When I'm feeling low, a person I need, to show the sun through the pouring rain
When I'm feeling low, a person I need, to make it through the night
When I'm feeling low, a person I need, to not give up this fight

When I'm feeling low, a person I need, I look around and what do I see
But the power from the familiar eyes that happen to belong to me
When I'm feeling low, a person I need, I am comforted by this fact
That even at my darkest hour, I will always have my back

So when I'm feeling low, I have this thought to set me free
That in this life, the most important person happens to be me
And if ever I feel lonely, worried I will not be
Cause when I'm feeling low, she'll always be with me

I Am Told

I am told to slow down before I give them my heart,
I am told he's my opportunity to create a fresh start
I am told I should have my guard up this time around,
but I find my path to the cliff and don't hear a sound,
I follow my steps to the edge, I don't look down
and until there's that voice that I don't wanna hear,
is when I look down to see the damage from my fall last year,
at every single mark that led me to cry my last tear
I am told the year had weakened me, and to jump when I seem tougher,
But I'm also told not to judge a book by it's cover

Frozen in a Picture

Its time I do me and take care of myself,
so away will you go, stored on my top shelf
You belong in that picture held up by that frame,
when all you are is a memory attached to a name
So away with the pain and away with the sorrow,
and no looking back, just forward toward tomorrow
Because it's time I move on and its time that I see,
that I cant give anyone my heart until I give it to me
So your face stands frozen while time stands still,
and I stand wondering how this void will ever fill
But I figure it will if I give it time,
looking out at the night with a pen and a rhyme
because the night will come when I see your face,
as just this thing on my shelf taking up space