Marcy
As I travel through this life, There are things I remember still… And when I really think about it, I see I always will, No amount of wondering,
I walk down a sandy beach, no foot… While the sand stretches far ahead… Though I walk this beach alone, a… The ocean plays its constant tune,… A gentle breeze blows the palms, a…
A pen can write on paper, making t… Conveying a thought or idea, or co… The words might seem unrealistic,… But the words ring out from the he… We built a wall around the love, a…
Through the darkness and through t… I hold you in the day and hold you… Through the good and through the b… I hold you when happy, I hold you… Through the laughter and through t…
The walls and doors are closing in… And as the dark demands its fee, w… In this land of dark and dreams, w… A memory squeezes on a heart, and… Though the darkness sometimes is f…
There are things, in this life, th… Wrapped inside, your beliefs, and… We have the things, that we want,… Hand in hand, arm in arm, a memory… You, are, the hope, I hold, heart…
It seems that I have a dream, tha… That I hold onto every day, so it… Just like anybody else, there are… Some were gone not soon enough, wh… None of us have the option, to con…
Our demons seem to come alive, In the wee hours of the night, Doing battle with our hearts, As they sleep within the light, Calling us inside our dreams,
We think of things in our lives, With wonder at where we stand, And when tears stain our pillows, It’s a payment the heart demands, Things stand out in our memories,
As we wander through this life, And ponder things we’ve found, Does your heart beat for love, Or does your mind push it around, Can our hearts lead us in circles,
I, need not, look for answers; fo… What, I thought, was, missing;arr… I’m no longer, searching;in my hea… That though, I feel incomplete;I… Technology, at my fingertips;yet m…
Rain drops glisten on leaves of gr… As the moonlight makes them glow, And with the tears that scream a n… A memory becomes a show, Each raindrop relives a moment,
In the days when we were young, Everything seemed brand new, Experience had to be our teacher, While we hoped our dreams came tru… Insulated by caring parents,
Every day, you turn on the news, d… But is your, indignation, a true s… Manipulation, with rhetoric, polit… Don’t cure the problems, don’t fix… Stop clouding, the issues, offer u…
We gaze into our mirrors, wonderin… Never really knowing, with all the… We see a clear reflection, yet the… As memories blur the edges, with t… The mirror can not see the pain, o…
