Passion

Without passion we do not try,
without passion we just get by,
bills to pay, a job to keep,
miles to go before we sleep,
Shelter and our daily bread,
survival is the how we're led,
until we find our dream to dream,
how dull and ordinary life can seem,
My dreams are small and easily won,
to find some joy and have some fun,
Yet new dreams do find me still,
dreams that dare and dreams that thrill,
I dream of singing to a crowd,
singing loud and standing proud,
of making money by bringing joy,
of someday finding the right boy,
not a boy, I want a good man,
to take my heart by the hand,
Someday run a pretty inn by the sea,
that's a big enough dream for me.
My passions are simple love and peace,
in my strength to ever increase,
with new challenges to climb each day,
and finally to find my way,
through this world which is so large,
I'm ready now to take charge.

Alone in a crowd

Alone in a crowd
I feel my pain
smile and laugh
and try yet again
catch the joy
that floats on by
hard to catch
the harder you try
wink and grin
chuckle and joke
laughter will stay
as on it you choke

Dream on

Dream on
your little dream
will come to bear
what you want it to
Keep your faith
and don't you falter
it can keep you
still you
inside
your heart
will take no more
all you know is what you're sure
of light and dark
dreams and waking
things tend to cloud
before your eyes
the truth plays
seek and hide
until you find
what lies hidden
inside your mind
deep under pride
and shame it stays
until under the weight
it begins to decay
your heart will break
and shatter on the floor
like so much broken glass
life is harsh and wants
to take back

Hard

Hard harsh cruel,
Fate the Fool,
Leads me on a merry chase,
Think you have it,
then you lose it,
some memories you can never erase.

I struggle on,
from night til dawn,
chasing my wayward dreams,
Barely scraping by,
and then I cry,
nothing is as it seems.

My eyes shut tight,
til morning light,
cause I don't want to see,
the pain in my eyes,
is no surprise,
Not to me, not to me.

My tears run red,
for they keep being shed,
for a world that doesn't care,
My throat is raw,
from trying to call,
out for some repair.

I'm lost and alone,
no place to call home,
just where I keep my bed,
If I keep moving on,
singing this song,
I may just end up dead.

Why me

"Why me?"you cry shaking your fist at the wind.
Do I deserve this?
What did I do to earn such punishment?
Anger.
Resentment burns red boiling the bile in your stomach.
Why now?
This timing is the worst.
The wind softens.
You have strength.
You will push onward and upward.
Anger.
Primal scream.
Dizzy with desire to tear.
And punch and rip and shred.
Blood spilled scarlet from my veins
sizzling on the black asphalt.

What is this?

What it this?
What is this feeling?
It burns.
It hurts.
It tears.
Then it soothes it all better.

Looking for love

Why do we all look for love?
Why do we crave it like chocolate?
Maybe it's just an escape from the horrors in the newspaper each day.
The sun rises and sets no matter what we do.
Out we go into the world, looking for the secrets of life.
Does everyone seek the answers?