When we met that is all we ever had,
Good times,
Good laughs,
Fine nights,
No fights.
The only face I ever saw was smiling
And eager to help
At any time, in any way
The only part I ever saw
Was only the best of you

There were always good days and bad
Remembering the times we had
Finding ways to make you smile,
Ways to make you laugh,
Ways to make you cry
To make you believe you had my love
From the start
Never to die.
All I could ask for is that you give me
Everything that I have given you,
Everlasting, nonstop, I try to find,
The best I have in me,
Is the least you’ll get from me,
But it seems as though you’re not giving
The only thing I’ve ever wanted,
The only thing you used to offer was
The best of you.

Crying out I could never find the stop
Where it skipped
Where I faltered,
Where I missed,
When I cried,
You weren’t there,
When I left,
You didn’t care.
It seems as though
you think I’ve missed,
Something I was never meant to find.

Am I missing something
Are you headed elsewhere,
Not letting me know,
Where you’ve been,
Where you’re planning to go?
Is what is best for you
Not best for me
Are you giving the best of you,
To someone that isn’t me?

All I’ve tried to make work
Has taken all I’ve got,
To put into a pot I might not
Ever find the pieces that I’m losing
In this non-stop
uphill battle -
Finding out that you aren’t looking to
Build a home or strengthen a bond,
But more so to convince me that
I’m not the one that will make the life
You’ve wanted to have -
Ultimately leading me
to believe the best of me
has been duped and shrouded,
Deceived and lost,
Fallen and broken,
By the best of you.

Of ideas
Of time
Of reasons to stay
Of excuses
Of patience
Of prayers to pray.

I’m out of tears
I’m out of lies,
I’m out of guesses,
I’m out of bad advice,
Ideas that aren’t good enough,
Dreams that aren’t big enough,
A life that isn’t good enough.

I’m out of my mind
Thinking about where we are heading,
Trying to put pieces in order
When they’re scattered and floating
Further apart with every day.

You walk out
Slip by,
Ignore what is needing to be said.

I’m out of concern,
Of reason,
Of doubt,
Of love.
Of this relationship
Cause it is not working…

From which we look through,
On rare occassions.
Findng solace in the fact that they ARE so small,
Yet we can still see through them,
To the other side appears greener grass.

There is a reason they’re so small -
Nobody can fit through them,
Only see, barely.
Vague, unclear, uncertainty.

Finding a way through that window
Would have been nice,
Building it up, breaking it down,
Opening the space
To an opportunity you’d never think existed,
But there was a chance,
A small window of opportunity,
And a vast sea of possibilities,
Waiting to be explored.

The window is small,
Breaking the glass would cut
your arms, your legs,
your heart.

Small windows will occassionally
Open again,
In certain instances
Leading way to believing they were meant
Never to be ignored,
But fitting through is still tough.

Lift the shade,
Gauge the pain,
Let the light in,
Decide for youself
If you can live on the other side of the pane,
Rebuild a wall,
Restructure a home,
Relive a life,
Rebreathe new air
Through that small window.

She came home from her first day of middle school -
Told her mom she’d learned about math and science too
Mom said your hair doesn’t get wet -
Sitting and learning at a desk -
Mom knew she’d skipped off to the pool -
On her first day of middle school -
Like I’ve told you before,
Don’t you lie to me -
You better start remembering

Where were you on that Friday night -
We were gonna celebrate our anniversary right -
But I came home alone from the restaurant
Pulled up to the driveway
To find you kissing someone else good night -
I broke down and prayed to the Lord right there -
If only you’d start remembering -

It’s times like this, I start remembering -
The fun we’ve had just pretending,
What it’d be like when we are all grown up,
Trusting true love would be just enough -

There we were a young 75 -
Lookin back at the times we tried -
Stayin out too late at night -
Lovin each other till mornin light -

But now I look into your eyes -
You recall nothing about our lives -
You’ll go to the grave without knowing why -
I sit here knowing you’re going to die -
Not remembering how long we’ve tried -
I lay my head in my hands
And all I can do is cry -
Begging you to please start remembering…

Wrong roads,
Wrong lines,
Wrong finds,
Wrong places,
Wrong paths you shouldn’t have taken,
Leading way to
wrong choices,
Wrong voices,
Wrong faces,
Wrong dances,
Wrong romances,
Leaving bitter tastes
and rotten memories
That could all have been avoided
By taking precautions
and reading signs
Advising slippery slopes,
Sharp corners,
and all things considered,
Just wrong roads…

I’m not going to love you until you
change.
Until you find yourself,
Stop wandering around -
Find where you belong.
Until you realize what you need to do,
To bring us together.

I’ve never had the dreams
The ideas,
The desires to find
What I’ve been searching for
All my life,
Until you.

I’m learning life is a balance
Every day that I breathe -
The choices I once made
left tears on my sleeve.

But I’ve taken that step back,
to see what I need -
Now I’ve turned my world back around
so my baby has reason to believe…

Mindset twisted,
life contorted,
dreams intermixed
between partial reality,
and the truth that lies within.

This tide will pass today,
but remember,
it’s coming back tomorrow.
Get out and look back,
to see what your life has
handed you,
and look forward to realize
what your life can become
by loosening the knots,
and bringing yourself back…

Bring me back
from where my mind
has run off the road,
twisted around trees,
bent around rocks.

Sometimes people need
you to throw that buoy
out to sea;
and find what they’ve
been fishing for;
ironically capturing
that which you’ve
been searching for,
in all the wrong waters…

I can’t find it
in my heart to
break the news
break the heart.

The touch of a woman
can be so soft,
so subtle,
that it’s easily
taken for granted.
But when it’s gone for good,
that which has been taken
for granted,
tastes so bittersweet;
choking on the love,
as it swells in the throat.
Perhaps it’d be better to
let it stay there,
steal your air,
heart beyond repair…