Ah, the smell of fallen rain The teardrops on the grass The beads of lasting pain That never seem to pass They force me to recall And beg me to arise As anxious teardrops fall From dark and jaded eyes And so they seem to play Among the misty fern While I just fade away…
Where do all the feelings go That used to live inside And how do I rekindle those That flickered out and died For I have searched to no avail The bittersweet debris But lost among a field of tears They hide inside of me And now I need to find a way To taste that…
I often sit at quite a loss For words and witty ponderings And doodle sad nostalgic thoughts Of all my boyish wanderings But in the end it always leaves The bitterness of time gone by For all the things a boy believes Will gather dust and bring a sigh When age has stripped him of…
Pull the curtains back and let me in I want to be the sunlight on your skin I want to be the warmth on every curve And kiss upon the tip of every nerve Touching you in ways I never could And holding you the way I always should For only then would I be…
No matter where I go, I still see you An ever-constant presence in my view And as a cloud that drifts across the sky You whisper in the wind that passes by And everywhere I look and all I see A memory of you gazes back at me From every wound to every fading scar…
The day was crafted from the finest things And fashioned for them both with equal care A boy with all the wind beneath his wings And a girl with all the beauty God could spare They walked a little pathway hand-in-hand Laid before them by the hands above Asking not but beauty of the land…