We all look at life
A little different...

POISONED WORDS
THOSE SPOKEN TO WOUND A SOUL...

It's quiet here
No ones around...

I just stopped in
For a quick bite...

Like the endless waves
That beat against the shore...

So often in life
There are people...

It's cold rain
Against my face...

I stood this morning
And watched the day break...

I look back in the mirror
And I see you wave...

You've spent your life looking......and searching
Hoping to find that person...

Alone in this room
I have time to ponder and to think...

As I pause for a moment
Just to take a breath...