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
About The Writer
Kathryn Frumberg
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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
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
Thursday, January 13, 2011
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
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
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