Your voice
your eyes...

He\\\\\\\'s a drunk but i love him
what am i to do...

Looking all around me
seeing alot of success...

I walk towards the dance floor
wanting a little more...

There are rainy days when i sit and cry
more tears then could be shed by the sky...

She awakes from her dream
almost out of breath...

Walking down the halls
knowing what they are saying...

The Lighthouse of Past and Present
You can see the beautiful, warm days...

Walking down the old dirt road
thinking of her past...

A soldier furfilling his call
feeding the empty souls of them all...

This little girl, her very own
to love and hold, none of which she has shown...

Im happy to say
and with a smile...