A pen, a pad, an open view
A dream, a wish, a thought or two...

Im sitting here with my heart breaking
Wondering about the mistakes Ive been making...

Air is for breathing Hands are for shaking
Time is for giving the Friends we are making...

I did my crying yesterday
Got rid of all that pain...

I dont care if you rate me
I write for pleasure not praise...

Its time to let go
Let go of the past...

I dont know what I did
In this life or the last...

Theres a very special man
that roams among these pages...

He picked up the present from under the tree
Red & gold with ribbons of green...

Something jumped inside my head
it was cold and dark...

Table for one with a lonely seat
No one to talk to, no one to meet...

Im attracted to the bright light
Thats why I open the door...