My cheeks were burning
My heart was beating...

Under the Aspen
Does life really happen...

A wise man once told me a million times
That friendship is something...

If I could remember time
When all the poems had to rhyme...

When my world's consumed in darkness
Shouldn't I just close my eyes...

There was a small girl
Who lived in a forest...

I see the girls
And the boys...

My care
My worry...

Of tales of love and hope
There is not one that I have favored...

The silent voice
The chosen choice...

As the delirious game passes by
The pieces move forward only an inch...

Futile is my trials
I've traveled too many miles...