Life February, 2004 
                                               
                                             Life might be a roller coaster, 
                                             twisting you up and down, 
                                             or it could be a circus; 
                                             with a few freaks, and a couple clowns 
                                               
                                             You could say Life is a symphony  
                                             that you write as you go along; 
                                             some parts will sound beautiful, 
                                             some dissonant, and wrong 
                                               
                                             Life could be a party; 
                                             where everything's for fun, 
                                             Life could be a marathon; 
                                             that everyone's required to run 
                                               
                                             Pessimists say that Life is a minefield; 
                                             so be careful; let no one else lead, 
                                             Some people call Life a race; 
                                             and say all that matters is speed 
                                               
                                             Some say Life is a game for playing, 
                                             some say it is just a test, 
                                             Some say's lifes a single thing; 
                                             and forget about the rest 
                                               
                                             But nothing can describe Life; 
                                             it's something all it's own 
                                             It has a special quality; 
                                             it has a special tone 
                                               
                                             So, instead of analyzing; 
                                             let's thank God for this wonderous gift 
                                             To oh Lord, for this gift of Life, 
                                             eternal praises we shall lift
                                              
                                           
                                          The Dance  April 8, 2004 
                                               
                                             I walk onstage 
                                             to stand in the spotlight. 
                                             Excitement pulses through me,  
                                             sending shivers down my spine. 
                                             As eyes turn toward me 
                                             my heart beats faster. 
                                             I am ready to begin; 
                                             I am ready to perform. 
                                               
                                             Two notes, an introduction play; 
                                             soft and clear.   
                                             I rise up, prepared, 
                                             then start to dance. 
                                             My steps are light and delicate, 
                                             my jumps quiet, yet firm. 
                                             I turn quickly, softly; 
                                             and applause rings out.   
                                               
                                             But then, as I start the second movement, 
                                             everything goes wrong; 
                                             my feet hit the floor hard,  
                                             my body twists. 
                                             As I go into the final turn, 
                                             off center, I fall 
                                             down, down, to nowhere
                                              
                                           
                                          Almost  April 8, 2004 
                                               
                                             Almost gives you nothing, 
                                             nothing but regret 
                                             almost is something you dearly love; 
                                             something you can't forget 
                                               
                                             Almost takes you nowhere, 
                                             nowhere but heart-wrenching pain 
                                             we should flee from almost; 
                                             make all the way our aim 
                                               
                                             Almost pulls us backward, 
                                             I know it in my head 
                                             yet the dreams we hold the closest 
                                             are the almost ones, left unsaid 
                                               
                                             Almost is a diamond without sparkle, 
                                             a person with no name 
                                             it's almost there, almost complete; 
                                             but never quite the same 
                                               
                                             I could and I could almost are so different, 
                                             and it's more painful than it might seem 
                                             what's worst is I could almost have that future; 
                                             I could almost live my dream
                                              
                                           
                                          A wish  January 20, 2004 
                                               
                                             Nights are filled with worry; 
                                             days filled with regret 
                                             right and wrong seem blurry, 
                                             and I long to just forget 
                                               
                                             To forget responsibility, 
                                             forget unending pain 
                                             to have precious tranquility,  
                                             and be free of the strain 
                                               
                                             The strain to be so perfect; 
                                             it pulls us all downhill 
                                             doing everything that they expect 
                                             It's ourselves that we all kill
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                          Wasteland  December, 2003 
                                               
                                             Practicality screams at me, 
                                             "give up your dreams, 
                                             for they will never be reality" 
                                               
                                             The world runs at me, 
                                             reaching with grasping hands,  
                                             trying to steal away my peace 
                                               
                                             Whispers sneak into my ears; 
                                             smiling slyly and saying, 
                                             "there has never been hope" 
                                               
                                             I run blindly and fall to the ground 
                                             I awake in a world barren 
                                             of peace, hope, and dreams   
                                               
                                              
                                              
                                           
                                          Studies in Nature fifth grade? 
                                               
                                             Mountain 
                                             It has trees; 
                                             straight trees, green trees 
                                             It has dirt; 
                                             brown dirt, velvet dirt 
                                             It has snow; 
                                             soft snow, thick snow 
                                             It has rocks; 
                                             round rocks, heavy rocks 
                                             It has a peak; 
                                             tall peak, pointed peak 
                                             It is a mountain; 
                                             tall mountain, majestic mountain 
                                               
                                             Flower 
                                             
                                             It has pink 
                                             Bright pink, hot pink. 
                                             It has stars, 
                                             Tiny stars, soft stars. 
                                             It has green, 
                                             Dark green, rich green. 
                                             It has spades, 
                                             Pointy spades, smooth spades. 
                                             It has a long stem, 
                                             Skinny stem, straight stem. 
                                             Its a flower, 
                                             Little flower, pretty flower. 
                                               
                                             Roses fourth
                                             grade? 
                                               
                                             There are many kinds of flowers,
                                              
                                             But I like roses the best 
                                             Other flowers are nice,  
                                             But roses seem superior to the rest 
                                              
                                               
                                             Roses come in many colors, 
                                             Red, pink, and yellow 
                                             Some colors are bright and bold, 
                                             Some are soft and mellow 
                                               
                                             Roses have perfume, 
                                             Delicate and sweet 
                                             Every time I smell them,  
                                             I count it as a treat 
                                               
                                             All flowers are beautiful, 
                                             A delight to eyes and nose 
                                             Every one is different, 
                                             But my favorite is a rose    
                                                
                                              
                                              
                                           
                                          Imprisoned  May 15, 2004 
                                               
                                             I am encased in a shell 
                                             imprisoned in a cell of my own making 
                                             a prisoner in the gaol of my thoughts 
                                             I cannnot leave, for outside air poisons me; 
                                             But inside inside I die as well 
                                               
                                             I batter at the gate, 
                                             trying to break through 
                                             the walls are of transparent stone, 
                                             unshakeable, unmoveable, 
                                             and yet I feast my sight on freedom 
                                               
                                              
                                              
                                           
                                          Painting May 16, 2004 
                                               
                                             I look into the mirror 
                                             I see a perfect girl 
                                             with a perfect smile on her face 
                                             a perfect background behind her  
                                             she lives in a perfect world. 
                                               
                                             but then, I move,  
                                             and the face staring back stays the same 
                                             it is then that I realize 
                                             that the mirror is no mirror;  
                                             but a painting in my mind
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                             A hard realization May 26, 2004 
                                             How fragile is life; 
                                             We don't understand until it's taken 
                                             We take for granted 
                                             that which is a precious gift;  
                                             and we are angry when it's gone   
                                               
                                             We always say it couldn't happen; 
                                             that it's only a distant chance 
                                             but the hard truth we have to realize 
                                             is that we are all vulnerable  
                                             to the thief that comes in the night
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             The Changing 
                                             where have you gone? my sister, my friend. you were so idealistic when did that end? now you're somebody different someone
                                             i don't even know. dreamer turned cynic, why did you go? 
  who am I that i'm left behind? i've kept on dreaming i've
                                             kept on singing my love song for life i miss my companion, but i'm still here trying not to believe that the
                                             world's full of tears.  
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             Just a Shadow September
                                             3, 2004 
                                               
                                             We are no longer children 
                                             It can never be the same 
                                             But different can be better 
                                             And love doesn’t wax and wane 
                                               
                                             I’m sorry for the things I’ve
                                             done 
                                             I regret some things I’ve said 
                                             I’ve driven us apart, I know 
                                             But our chances aren’t quite dead 
                                               
                                             So please take this tearstained page 
                                             Please take this tearstained heart 
                                             It may never be what it was 
                                             But we don’t have to be apart 
                                               
                                             It’s not easy laying down my pride 
                                             But here I am right now 
                                             Asking, begging, pleading you Don’t be just a shadow
                                              
                                           
                                          Beautiful Pain June 25, 2004 
                                               
                                             What is this life?   
                                             what is this world? 
                                             full of beauty; 
                                             full of pain. 
                                               
                                             Friends are close, 
                                             families are closer, 
                                             friends laugh and hug; 
                                             and loved ones love you too. 
                                               
                                             Mean words are screamed, 
                                             in harsh anger 
                                             cynical dryness  
                                             poisons love. 
                                               
                                             It seems to make no sense 
                                             that the world should be so paradoxical 
                                             until you come to understand; 
                                             until you come to see 
                                             the Beauty in the Pain.  
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                             Childish? 6-26-04  
                                               
                                             I can stare at a bird for an hour; 
                                             And marvel at how the feathers go 
                                             I can lie all day in the garden, 
                                             Just to watch the flowers grow 
                                             I could stare at the sky for an aeon, 
                                             If time would permit, that is 
                                             And look at the clouds and make pictures; 
                                             Look, a unicorn!  Look, a faerie,
                                             cloaked in mist! 
                                               
                                             I can look at the lightbeams dancing, 
                                             And say that theyre angels on earth 
                                             I can bask in the glorious sunrise,  
                                             And delight in each new days birth 
                                             I can look at the little frog hopping, 
                                             And give him a family, home, and a name 
                                             And when I hear the stream gurgling; its laughing, 
                                             Just because it is playing a game. 
                                               
                                             All musical notes can enthrall me; 
                                             Even in the simplest tunes 
                                             And nothing is quite so spectacular  
                                             As Gods nightlight, the new-risen moon 
                                             Each shady tree is Gods arms around me; 
                                             Enfolding me, drawing me close 
                                             In fact, the world is so wonderful, 
                                             I cant say what I like the most. 
                                               
                                             So go on -- you can call me a child, 
                                             Rush on, and call me naïve 
                                             Keep on your self-focused schedule; 
                                             But I, I will believe 
                                             If dreaming and marveling make me a child, 
                                             Then fine --  a child I'll be 
                                             But of you blind to beautiful dreaming  
                                             I ask, who's the child, you or me? 
                                               
                                              
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             Sitting Around December
                                             23, 2004 
                                               
                                             sitting around 
                                             empty and dark 
                                             full of fear 
                                             that you’ll never appear 
                                               
                                             hard enough  
                                             that you’re gone 
                                             I don’t need 
                                             this fear to heed 
                                               
                                             ignore warning 
                                             it’s a lie 
                                             strike to kill 
                                             climb another hill 
                                               
                                             kiss a picture 
                                             letter written 
                                             distance hurts 
                                             brusque and curt 
                                               
                                             imagine you 
                                             you’re not there 
                                             hold me  
                                             SAVE ME
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             One Love Two December 30, 2004 
                                             Can One love Two, and Two love One? or is only one love true?
  Is only First a lover, and Second but a thief? but
                                             who was first?
  Is first loved by One First in love? or must love be returned?
  Does First or Second lie? is
                                             either love full true? are either or both deceiving?
  No, no; it is One; One is the true liar: lying to herself
                                             and both.
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             Love No More  December
                                             27, 2004 
                                               
                                             Pull my feet 
                                             Stuck in the mud; 
                                             In the mire 
                                             Of my foolishness 
                                               
                                             Such a foolish lack 
                                             Of self control 
                                             Has led me here; 
                                             To an unwanted place 
                                               
                                             O soul, O bitter soul, 
                                             Turn your eyes away from me 
                                             Don’t look at this girl; 
                                             Broken, lonesome….unclean 
                                               
                                             Let me go, I say 
                                             I don’t love you, 
                                             Not anymore, no more 
                                             Let me go, let me be 
                                               
                                             Let me live in peace, 
                                             I don’t want  
                                             To leave you; 
                                             But I think I must 
                                               
                                             Break myself away, 
                                             Away from you; 
                                             My very first love 
                                             But love no more.  
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             For One Unknown June
                                             29, 2004 
                                               
                                             How do you see through me? 
                                             Somehow you look behind my façade 
                                             Not looking at physical signs; 
                                             Bypassing surface thoughts 
                                             You dive deep into my mind, 
                                             Dig into my heart, 
                                             Pull out what the truth is, 
                                             And soothe my brokenness 
                                             Your eyes cut through the fog, 
                                             And pull away the veils 
                                             Then you lift off the cover 
                                             And bare my soul.  
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             Xenoviv  July
                                             27, 2004 
                                               
                                             The fire of this world 
                                             Beckons; pull me in 
                                             Calling like the sirens’ song 
                                             Enticing me to sin 
                                               
                                             I waver in my Christian walk 
                                             The world just feels so good 
                                             I know I cannot serve two masters 
                                             But if I could, I would 
                                               
                                             But that is when I realize 
                                             That this world is naught but foam 
                                             This life is only temporary This world is not my home 
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                             This Fear Within July
                                             3, 2004 
                                               
                                             The flames come 
                                             And wrap around, 
                                             Like half-dead wraiths; 
                                             Pulling me down 
                                               
                                             The smoke clouds;  
                                             Clouds my mind 
                                             Fogs my brain, 
                                             And I can’t hide 
                                               
                                             The fear comes; 
                                             Traps me in 
                                             It binds me close; This fear within
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                             My Breath August 21,
                                             2004 
                                               
                                             You breathe out and I breathe in, 
                                             I breathe out and in again, 
                                             Drawing breath straight from you; 
                                             It’s such pure bliss, I’ll
                                             never move 
                                               
                                             Better than oxygen is your love, 
                                             Better than air is your hug, 
                                             Breath is life; it’s true, of course, 
                                             You’re the breath of my soul, my
                                             life-source 
                                               
                                             Life is nothing without air, 
                                             Thankfully, there’s one who cares, 
                                             If you don’t breathe, it brings death, 
                                             Jesus Christ, you are my breath
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             Decision August 27,
                                             2004 
                                               
                                             I stand in the middle 
                                             I must make a choice 
                                             The decision of a lifetime 
                                             Is mine to make tonight 
                                               
                                             On the one side is my life; 
                                             The life I’ve always known 
                                             On the other is the future; 
                                             Dark and still and cold 
                                               
                                             Yet the future has a dawning; 
                                             A light, an enchanting glow 
                                             But still, the world is scary… 
                                             I should stay safe at home 
                                               
                                             But around me home is changing;  
                                             Soon it will be gone 
                                             I know I should get out, move on, 
                                             And yet, here I am: clinging 
                                             Clinging to the shredding bits 
                                             Of the life I’ve had and led 
                                               
                                             The future is exciting; 
                                             But it’s not what I had planned 
                                             Can I change my mindset 
                                             For a greater, awesome good? 
                                               
                                             Love stretches out a hand 
                                             All I have to do is grab ahold 
                                             Why am I hesitating? 
                                             I should boldly take that grasp 
                                               
                                             Something holds me back; 
                                             I will discover what it is; 
                                             And when I find it; 
                                             I will crush it 
                                               
                                             I want to take this chance; 
                                             No, I must, or I will fade 
                                             I will take that outstretched hand; 
                                             And banish all my fears
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             A Hard Goodbye September
                                             11, 2004 
                                               
                                             Who knew 
                                             That it could be so hard 
                                             To say goodbye? 
                                               
                                             The waves are crashing 
                                             Sirens wailing 
                                             Confusion in my head 
                                             Then all goes silent 
                                               
                                             I must let go 
                                             It’s not possible 
                                             I will cling 
                                               
                                             I try to say it 
                                             But I can’t 
                                             I must be strong 
                                               
                                             Broken heart 
                                             Tearstained sorrow 
                                             Bleeding soul 
                                             I’m torn apart  
                                               
                                             I can’t breathe 
                                             Soon I’ll drown 
                                             I cannot say those words 
                                               
                                             A light dawns 
                                             I know a way 
                                             I don’t have to say goodbye 
                                               
                                             I dry my eyes  
                                             My peace complete 
                                             And I say 
                                             I love you
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             See Through Me September
                                             23, 2004 
                                               
                                             Why can’t they see you  
                                             As I see you? 
                                             Why can’t they love you 
                                             Like I do? 
                                               
                                             Why can’t they forgive you 
                                             Like I have forgiven? 
                                             Why can they not just let go 
                                             Let us lead the life we’re living? 
                                               
                                             Why can’t they look through me 
                                             Though my vision may be poor 
                                             Why can they not see it? 
                                             Why can’t they look and adore? 
                                               
                                             Why can’t they comprehend 
                                             What I have with you? 
                                             How can they call falsehood 
                                             What I know to all be true?
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             Can a Broken Heart be Mended? 
                                             November 2, 2004 
                                               
                                             Can a broken heart be mended? 
                                             A broken spirit healed? 
                                             Broken trust refastened? 
                                             Or is the distance always there? 
                                               
                                             I know I’ll always feel the pain; 
                                             The hurt is here to stay 
                                             Perhaps time will dull the ache 
                                             Or shall it remain so sharp? 
                                               
                                             Can tears wash away sorrow? 
                                             Or merely make it grow? 
                                             Tears water spiteful seedlings 
                                             That grow as resentful trees 
                                               
                                             Does an apology make a difference? 
                                             Or simply restate facts? 
                                             Can resolution truly come of it? 
                                             Or is hurt stirred up again? 
                                               
                                             When a heart is broken  
                                             There is no way to return 
                                             So be careful how you play the game… 
                                             But play it: love is worth it
                                               
                                           
                                          Mountain of Life September 23, 2004 
                                               
                                             I climbed a weary mountain,  and at the
                                             summit took a rest  But as I sat there I began  to feel a weight upon my chest 
  "Climb higher," said the mountain
                                              I said, "How can that be?  I have climbed onto thy very peak"  The mountain said, "You'll see" 
  So I climbed
                                             higher up the mountain  though there was no more mount to climb  I climbed on for eternity  To the very end of time
                                             
  Still the mountain whispered in my ear  "You've not yet seen my peak"  As days wore on, I climbed and climbed
                                              till the mountain ceased to speak 
  I looked down upon the air  on which I'd built my path  And as I stared
                                             at nothingness,  I heard the mountain laugh 
  "I've tricked you," said the mountain  "This mountain is too tall."
                                              And as the mountain laughed and laughed  He let go and let me fall
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                             The Pain September
                                             19, 2004 
                                               
                                             Apprehension 
                                             What is wrong? 
                                             Then the shock 
                                             My heart nearly stops 
                                               
                                             Then the sorrow  
                                             I brush it off 
                                             I run away 
                                             To hide and think 
                                               
                                             So confused 
                                             Why? Why? 
                                             I don’t understand 
                                             Can I understand? 
                                               
                                             Then a thought 
                                             It may not be what I think 
                                             I ask and wait; 
                                             In fear of the answer 
                                               
                                             I wait and pray 
                                             For what I’ll hear 
                                             Let it not be one thing… 
                                             But it is. 
                                               
                                             Red-hot jealousy 
                                             Reacts first 
                                             Then my fragile heart 
                                             Begins to tear 
                                               
                                             It hurts so bad 
                                             The ultimate pain 
                                             The heartrending pain 
                                             Of betrayal 
                                               
                                             My soul screams out 
                                             My heart is sobbing 
                                             But outwardly 
                                             I am quiet 
                                               
                                             Then, like a flower 
                                             Opening after a rain 
                                             I emerge 
                                             Begin to speak 
                                               
                                             But still, it hurts 
                                             Betrayal runs deep 
                                             Trust once broken 
                                             Is not easily regained 
                                               
                                             Forgiveness begins healing  
                                             Our love is strong enough 
                                             To withstand this 
                                             But the pain…
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             Killing Children November
                                             2, 2004 
                                               
                                             Can’t you see you’re killing
                                             children? 
                                             Can’t you see you’re
                                             taking lives?   
                                             Not something, but a someone; 
                                             And that someone is alive 
                                               
                                             You can make a choice 
                                             I’m not saying you shouldn’t 
                                             You can help your situation, 
                                             So don’t whine to me you couldn’t! 
                                               
                                             Don’t kill a baby for convenience 
                                             Don’t end a life and call it “choice” 
                                             Don’t say it’s a women’s
                                             issue 
                                             When murder wins, don’t rejoice 
                                               
                                             Killing children is a sin 
                                             It’s simply just not right 
                                             But they’ll keep on killing children: 
                                             Stand up, coward, and fight!  
                                               
                                             Fight for the right of life, 
                                             Fight for an unborn son 
                                             Saving millions would be good; 
                                             But t’would be worth it to save one
                                             
                                               
                                           
                                          Have You Ever November 6, 2004 
                                               
                                             Have you ever touched a soul?  Reached inside and made somebody whole?
                                             
  Have you ever healed a heart?  Taken the sorrow, abolished the hurt? 
  Have you ever repaired a spirit?  Nursed
                                             it, fostered it, cared and slaved for it? 
  Have you ever stretched a mind?  Made someone see,made someone find?
                                             
  Have you ever changed a life?  Dissipated anger,taken away strife? 
  Have you ever changed a person?  Have
                                             you ever changed a man?  You don’t have to make a difference  But what’s important is you can  
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                             Peace October 18,
                                             2004 
                                               
                                             Looming, overshadowing 
                                             Impossibility, mystery 
                                             Danger is exciting; 
                                             But danger still it is 
                                               
                                             Danger loses novelty: 
                                             Excitement goes away 
                                             All that’s left is danger 
                                             In a cold and heartless world 
                                               
                                             Smothering: I’m suffocating 
                                             Choking: I will drown 
                                             The weight of fear, the weight: 
                                             The weight upon my chest 
                                               
                                             I run and fall in darkness; 
                                             Fall blindly to the ground 
                                             But even as I close my eyes 
                                             There is a light ahead 
                                               
                                             Still I’m huddled tight: 
                                             I do not wish to be saved 
                                             Better to die 
                                             Than surrender pride 
                                               
                                             The glorious light 
                                             Sorrows at my folly 
                                             But when I will accept 
                                             The light will stretch out a hand 
                                             And lead me to peace
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             One of Stone
                                             December 8, 2004 
                                               
                                             One of stone, 
                                             Why so afraid? 
                                             There is naught to fear, 
                                             Be free of inhibition 
                                               
                                             Woman of stone, 
                                             Begin to animate again: 
                                             Stiff joints becoming looser, 
                                             Once again to move 
                                               
                                             Limbs of stone, 
                                             Reach out: 
                                             Stretch your to catch
                                             another, 
                                             Touch a finger to a life 
                                               
                                             Heart of stone, 
                                             Slowly soften: 
                                             It’s not so hard to love, 
                                             If you will 
                                               
                                             Soul of stone, 
                                             Unspoken, harsh: 
                                             Sand down broken edges, 
                                             And live anew
                                               
                                           
                                          
                                             Thoughts November
                                             15, 2004 
                                               
                                             Thoughts can be like treasures, 
                                             Glimmering bright as gold 
                                             Sparkling, winking diamonds, 
                                             That time cannot make old 
                                               
                                             Some thoughts are soft and pretty; 
                                             A lilac flower, a gentle breeze, 
                                             Beautiful and comforting, 
                                             Tho’ oft nobody sees 
                                               
                                             Some thoughts are old as stone, 
                                             Harsh and rough and bad, 
                                             These thoughts seem bold at the time, 
                                             But better not are had 
                                               
                                             Some thoughts are thought in secret, 
                                             A tunnel in the mind, 
                                             Fitting thoughts tight into a box, 
                                             And making one so blind 
                                               
                                             Thoughts are like the wind; 
                                             One moment there, then flown, 
                                             Choose all thoughts carefully, For thoughts are all your own
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                             What am I looking For?
                                             November 29, 2004 
                                               
                                             I run toward it; 
                                             Then look beyond 
                                             The horizon isn’t far, 
                                             But how far can I run? 
                                               
                                             I search within 
                                             And look among; 
                                             I examine the inside, 
                                             But it is never really there 
                                               
                                             Look in between; 
                                             Do you see it? 
                                             Is it wonderful and good? 
                                             Or will it ever work against me? 
                                               
                                             But as I search 
                                             A realization comes: 
                                             In the midst of the chase, I forgot what I was looking for
                                              
                                           
                                          
                                             Another September
                                             2, 2004 
                                               
                                             Another night 
                                             Of tossing and turning 
                                             Another day  
                                             With a runaway mind 
                                             Another time 
                                             With an uncontrolled passion 
                                             And I’m just trying 
                                             To find the way 
                                               
                                             I am confused 
                                             I need your light 
                                             I need your help 
                                             I need your sight 
                                               
                                             Lord search my heart 
                                             Am I still pure? 
                                             If I am then  
                                             Protect me 
                                             If I am not 
                                             Then forgive me 
                                             I just want  
                                             To find your way
                                               
                                           
                                          Love No More 31 December, 2004 
                                              
                                              Pull my feet
                                              Stuck in the mud;
                                              In the mire
                                              Of my foolishness
                                              
                                              Such a foolish lack
                                              Of self control
                                              Has led me here;
                                              To an unwanted place
                                              
                                              O soul, O bitter soul,
                                              Turn your eyes away from me
                                              Don’t look at this girl;
                                              Broken, lonesome….unclean
                                              
                                              Let me go, I say
                                              I don’t love you,
                                              Not anymore, no more
                                              Let me go, let me be
                                              
                                              Let me live in peace,
                                              I don’t want 
                                              To leave you;
                                              But I think I must
                                              
                                              Break myself away,
                                              Away from you;
                                              My very first love
                                              But love no more.  
                                              
                                           
                                          	
                                          
                                          
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