In this life, we all, have things,… Inside the emotion, that comes alo… We each, may have, those little th… That make, a memory, seem alive, t… I, like you, have these things, I…

Teardrops water bright blue eyes, While pain becomes like waves, As memories sometimes give relief, If love’s what our hearts save, Dreams can take us to a place,

There were things we should have k… But we had no way to tell, So now we’re banished to a place, Where each day’s a living hell, A place where caring’s in storage,

If I die tomorrow, I know you’d s… All the thoughts held at that poin… In this life emotions live, held t… As the locomotive of time, moves o… Though the heart would stop its be…

There were things, which we, both… And though, you try, to hurt me, t… Both of us, made mistakes, but we… Instead, of reaching, for each oth… You tell me, that the things, I g…

A cloudy morning with the sunshine… yet somehow it still is seen, Contemplating last night’s dreams, Wondering what they mean, Things we miss each night we hold,

We’re firmly planted on the ground… But we don’t need a plane to fly, Through the years we cultivate fea… And our hearts just wave goodbye, If we think about it in a physical…

As, the cold wind blows, your cari… It shows, in your job, and you mad… There is, no switch, that, I can… Yet it seems, you’re saving us, fo… Nothing, that I say or do, can be…

I sit outside in the weather, No thought of the rain pouring dow… Letting it wash over me, And thinking the soul might drown, The soul reaches for it’s pieces,

The political parties are growing… Just look at who they’ve produced, Is Uncle Sam lying drunk somewher… Has Lady Liberty been seduced, Government seems to grow and grow,

If you could travel back in time, To what time would you go, To a time you’ve never seen, Or a time you’d like to know, Would you go, to a time and place,

Words just seem to come to me, As their written on the page, The words take on changing moods, From elation to hidden rage, At times the words emanate hope,

The wind blows leaves across a fie… As small whirlwinds spin and dance… The leaves are pushed across open… Though dead, the livings second ch… These leaves parade across the fie…

Thousands of words, put down on pa… Yet they’re words only one can see… I write these letters for someone… And what they say is my therapy, I could send all of them,