I'm looking at the moon tonight,
wondering if fairytales could come true...

The tide is high; the sky is dimming
The salt water burns my eyes...

A fire is arising in my heart and
It'll burn every feeling I've had...

I'd like to give credits to Chelsey, who wrote...
Good morning my love, how did you sleep...

There's a beating in my chest,
that never seems to die...

There's something I must ask, a favor if you will,
involving the heart broken one you're holding...

I'm sure you all know of
that fish in the sea...

A necessity of life is to eat and drink
I must admit, this is true...

I couldn't miss you like hell
even if I tried...

You can't hear my piercing screams
or the sound of a breaking heart...

----*this is a poem about a soldier in the Vietnam...
He was a husband, a brother, a friend...

Hold my hand
and walk me through...