In a world full of suffering,
Your eyes manage to disclose love,
But your voice echoes apprehension,
As the lies come trickling out.
Those fingers that fondle mine,
Are the same ones that sever this tie.
Longing to gaze past the lies
Into that heart you’re struggling to hide.
There’s a man inside that yearns to love,
Aspiring for something more
Peel back the mask, uncover the wound.
It can’t heal without air.
I’m here to hold your heart,
To keep it safe in my embrace.
If you’ll dare to let me in,
I’ll promise to always dwell there.
From across the room her heart is caught,
Tangled in that dark hair and dashing smile.
His eyes speak of innocence,
From his mouth flows comfort.
Oh how sweet young love is.
The days unfold with delightful dates,
Everyone enjoys his company.
Perfect moments come in waves,
But each debate dissolves in his kiss.
This surely must be true love.
Wrapped up in the comfort of being young,
Until her stomach turns without consent,
Thoughts of loneliness proven wrong.
The soon to be lucky mother and wife.
Who would ever want anything else?
Disapproving looks come as greetings,
She’ll prove to them that she is strong.
Until the sting of his hand severs the tension,
The words from his tongue grasp her throat.
But still they profess his love.
The years unravel in a steady motion.
Three miracles later her smile has faded.
That gleam of love now glossed over.
Weakness painted across a guilt-stricken face.
What is love anyways…
Until the day his hands cross the tracks,
To territory she’d never known.
Her hidden strength sparked like a match.
This capsized ship shall sail again,
But love calls for a different captain.
Time for transformation in a foreign land.
Scared and meek, but determination shall prevail.
Close those eyes and open them,
Three strong girls holding hands.
The nightmare’s over and love’s dream has began.
All this time I watch my children grow,
Teaching and guiding with all I have,
Hoping I’ve done them well.
Through the bumps and bruises,
Pain caused and tears shed,
I’ve wished to wipe them all away.
But every time that smile shines,
A man, young or old, standing tall,
My face lights up with joy.
They have so much more to do,
Learning things I couldn’t teach,
Loving others with all they have.
So, my Sons,
Promise to keep your heads high,
Cause even when I’m gone,
I’ll always be so proud.
I dream of being little again.
Chests of princess dresses,
Oh, what it was like back then…
We had the whole world to gain,
All of those lifelong lessons.
I dream of being little again.
Every evil villain was slain,
Protecting castles at recess.
Oh, what it was like back then…
Don’t you remember when,
You only had one address?
I dream of being little again.
Every game or goal we’d always win.
We were naïve in worldly stresses
Oh, what it was like back then…
Making the same mistakes time and again,
It was okay to be the damsel in distress.
I dream of being little again.
Oh, what it was like back then…
