The wind and the rain, there back again
The heart and the pain of love again...

Its hot its sunny; I feel so funny
The leaves and the breeze; I feel so free...

July 8 2005 that was the day I thought I would...

My life is filled with so much stress and depress.
My life is filled with so much pressure,people...

I am not a puzzle that eventually fits together...
Nor a fragile egg, easily shattered and delicate...

Living in this house means getting accused!
Living in this house means getting emotionally...

Without a father the child is, angry, lonely...
Without a father the child has been to a child...

On the outside
I am happy...

I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know...

There are but 3 little words
But so seldom heard...