Driving home tonight
Got my suitcase on my mind...

At thirty seven years old
She is mother and a wife...

Her First Day of School
Written from Mommy for My Little Brandi Jean...

Sometimes you should walk way
From what doesn't seem right at the time...

Oh what a heartache
You turned out to be...

I am so dissapointed
In what you turned out to be...

Have you ever wished on a shining star
For just one wish to come true...

I am running out of things to say
How much longer can I complain...

It has been a long, long time
Since your smile was true...

I believe that our conversation
Was the first of our goodbye...

Little pieces of you
Are still a part of me...

What weighs heavy on my mind
Is from the telephone...