Caged Bird by ME

A caged bird only sings only one song, that is one like no other
It only knows that one song that was sang to him by his mother
He turns and twists, flutters and flies just as if he were free
But in his eyes the sorrow deeply hides, his soul in captivity
He longs for bigger better things, a home without any bars
The door is open, but still he stays, because his fellow birds don’t reach for the stars
So in he stays, never once does he stray, captured by his own thoughts
He sings his song and dreams his dream, forever in his cage they haunt.

Bag Lady by ME

Bag lady, stretching her legs in the pond
Washing her feet cause she ain't got no shoes on

Shaking her head and contemplating her thoughts
Thinking this is the life the wages of her sin bought

She has no home and no car and no man
This is the life she chose because from the rest she ran

Bag lady sleeps alone, all alone with her voice
Bag lady, miss independent, all a product of choice

Poppa Don't Preach

Doesn't really matter that I wasn't Daddy's Little Girl.
He was only the Dude that brought me into this world.

He wasn't there when I learned to walk.
Does it really matter that we don't talk.

He wasn't the one to pick me up after each fall.
I shouldn't even care that he doesn't bother to call.

I found a new father and he loves me unconditionally.
I don't measure my our happiness by what he can do for me.

Even when I can't hear his voice, I know that he cares.
And its his name that I am proud that I wear.

No matter what good or bad.
This type of love I am glad to have had.

Even though he can he does not make me feel judged.
When I am heading in the wrong direction he gives me that nudge.

He doesn't stand before and kick me when I am down.
He doesn't leave me when there is no one else around.

I feel privileged this man to have found.
He took your place, dad, when you weren't around.

It's Over

The pedestal has disintegrated.
No longer do I look at YOU with "child's eyes"
I was wrong but I am not the bad guy.
Even though I miss you, I can ask myself why?
Our difference is that I confessed to my lies.

I can see myself in so many situations.
I look back at the memories that no one can replace them.
Through the hazy clouds I can still see your face and then.
I smile.

I used to think that contentment lead to resentment, but no longer.
It's so cliche but in a sense I feel stronger.
I have found the one thing to finally quench my hunger.
I guess I am saying that I am okay that it's over.

Ode to a Best Friend

This is my never ending story.
With twists and turns could never be boring.
So unique unlike any before me.
But isn't not me but he that should receive the glory.

I tell the tale of the greatest boy.
Quite clever and charming and ever so coy.
The type that I thought I would never annoy.
But ah at last, I was robbed of that joy.

This once upon a time, doesn't end so great.
The fate of my burdens that I tried to escape,
Caught up with me at an alarming rate.
So alone now, its more than one girl can take.

As taught by the wise ones before me, life will go on.
Not everyday a victory is won.
But treasure each day like life's just begun.
But I let my happiness depend on just one.

Trust is a factor that is so hard to build.
It takes years of practice to perfect that skill.
But once its broken, do you start at nill?
Or do you begin a journey thats all uphill.

The future, I am sad to say I can not predict.
Those open wounds I can only try to fix,
But this one friend I will truly miss.
Thats an ode to my best friend.

Redemption

THis is JUst Fun. Writting is theraputic, but really it does not have anything to do with reality really.

Remorse

For some people sorry is just not enough.
Even when followed by 'I love you', candy and flowers.
For some people love is not enough.
Sometimes forgiveness is not within their powers.

I know that I'm sorry is not enough
But that is all I have left to give.
I beg until all tears have dried up,
Because I need you to forgive.

We will all make mistakes, you see
None of us are perfect.
All I am asking from you, you see
Is that you find that I am worth it.

I feel the ache in my bones
For each time I mistreated you
Through my heart and soul I loved
Yet this point is not in first view.

I wrong once, twice
Maybe even three times.
But it is not the quantity, you see
It is the quality of this crime.

I never quite imagined
I could hurt an individual this deep.
Because throughout my lifetime
That hurt individual was always me.

Maybe the world will never understand
The amount of hurt I went through.
I know I could never understand
Just how much I would miss you.

Regret

I had a dream yesterday
and you were in it.
I had a dream yesterday
and I dreamed we were finished.
It started off like any other day
calm, cool, collective.
Then all of a sudden clouds rolled in
and I lost all perspective
I remember yesterday just like today,
it makes it all the more painful
All the memories come flooding in
and now my heads drowning full.
If I could turn back the hands of time
what would I change?
If I could erase the bad times
I would never hurt you again.
I would hold out my hands
never letting go and protecting you from harm.
I would laugh harder, care more
and be infatuated by your charm.
I wish it would happened differently
this dream of mine.
I wish it didn't affect today,
or that I could press rewind.