In my HeartIn my heart,My broken heart...Are the feelingsOf a cold winter day.Left with nothing,But loneliness and memories,That I can only look back on,And never repeat.In my heart,My broken heart
Are the feelingsOf a cool spring day.With feelings,Of sadness and questions,Questions of why
He had to go and die.In my heart,My healing heart
Are the feelings,Of a warm summers day.Left with feelingsOf shock and confusement.Confusement of why,He had to let his life go by.In my heart,My healing heart
Are the feelings of a cool fall day.Left with remembrance of him,And the things we did.And thinking of this,Makes me feel better,But only for a moment
Because then I realizeThat the grief of his death,Will never really go away
Just like the seasons that go by every day.
Meadow of DreamsAs I walk through the meadow of dreams,All my problems go away.I suddenly feel safe and secure.The wind blows lightly through my hair,And the sun is softly shining through the trees,Leaving behind warm feelings so fair.Flowers blossom, and the leaves turn bright green.Birds are singing, and I amBreathing,Living,Enjoying,The beauty that comes alive when you enter through,The meadow of dreams
FallingEverything seems so blank,Dark and as if I've sank.Sank to the bottom of nowhere,Whith mixed emotions everywhere.The wind races through my hair,As I pass deeper and deeper through the air.The air is cold, and crisp on my face,And emptyness wraps around my body as a peice of lace.I'm going deeper and deeper into this mess,Drowning,Sinking,Deeper,Falling...
ConsequencesMy mother once warned me,Not to do stupid things,And aim for the best I could be.She told me not to drive and drink,To think about the consequences,To stop and think.I wish I would have thought of this before getting in this car,Before driving with my friends,Into the night afar.Bright headlights, and screaming sounds,Are the last I can picture in my mind,That lie with hash impulsing pounds.Now, as my life lay before me,In this cold blank room,Lights turn off, and I know what's to be.I'm dead, on the inside and out, why was I so defiant,Now I lay here alone inside,The room completely silent.