Marcy
Every night, you come to me, you i… Yet, I welcome, your vision, but… Memories, are of the past, events,… But dreams, live forever, inside.a… While, I slip, into the dream, I…
Do we go through the motions, Each and every day, Is happiness held in our hands, Or has it gone away, Are we some sort of actors,
So many thing transpire through li… As the scars we hide from all, While death and life walk hand in… Through our past events recalled, If you’re lucky in your life,
People strive, for fame and fortun… Hiding, behind, a plastic face, in… It’s hard to say, who you are, if… Striving for, another’s dreams, wi… Desire’s chained, to things you se…
Do, so many, have to die;for someo… As, a soldier, dies today;yet, the… Men, that give, their lives, for u… And though, my hand, is raised, to… Voting’s, become, a fallacy;it’s n…
Pain it seems, comes in waves, A relic of the past, And as it seems to come and go, Is forever, how long it lasts, At some point in every day,
Late at night as streets are deser… A figure walks head held low, Walking to find some comfort, In the embrace of falling snow, Dreams become like banners,
On a road that goes in circles, In a land that’s made of dreams, The past reaches out to us, With the memories that flow in str… The heart gathers all it’s pieces,
We’ve all done things through our… That we’d rather not admit, But it doesn’t mean we should be c… To some mythical bottomless pit, There is no need to have regrets,
Though, I awake, in the morning,… To events, from the past, blue ski… I hold on, to the thought, that ma… But when, I pinch, my leg, it’s m… When you reach, for someone’s hand…
There are things we’d like to chan… And things we wish we could repair… While the only chance we really ha… Is to prove we somehow care, There’s no need to prove it to oth…
There are things that I write, That at the time seem nothing more… Thoughts ejected from the constant… That when heard make heads swivel, They come from places the heart wo…
Events can make us lose ourselves, As we ponder what’s occurred, And our reactions in the past, Become the experience we incurred, It’s hard to find another way,
Does the sunlight stroke your face… Lighting up those dark brown eyes,… It seems through all the circumsta… The sunlight left a shadow, that c… As the sunlight showed the way, it…
The past at times, can leave cruel… Yet it can fuel fond memory, And if we allow its grasp to contr… What happens to you and me, Are we lost in what might have bee…
