YOU PICK ME UP,  WHEN I AM DOWN.  WHEN I WAS LOST,  FOR ME YOU FOUND.  YOU CUT THE KNOTTS,  WHEN I FEEL BOUND.  YOU ARE MY SOUND,  WHEN I CAN'T HEAR.  YOU ARE MY GUARD,  WHEN I FEEL FEAR.  YOU ARE MY SHOULDER,  WHEN I HAVE SOME TEARS.  YOU ARE MY BESTFRIEND,  THROUGH THE YEARS.  YOU ARE MY EYES,  WHEN I CAN'T SEE.  YOU FIGHT THEM OFF,  WHEN THEY WON'T LET ME BE.  YOU ARE MY SHIP,  WHEN OUT AT SEA.  YOU ARE MY LEGS,  WHEN I CAN'T WALK.  YOU ARE MY LIPS,  WHEN I CAN'T TALK.  YO

  I LEARNED A LESSON,  I SHALL NEVER FORGET,    A LESSON THAT MADE ME  STRONGER..,BUT YET,..LEFT    ME WITH MEMORIES I DON'T  REGRET.....    I LEARNED THAT LOVE IS  A FOUR LETTER WORD THAT CAN    PIERCE THE HEART WHEN IT'S  HERD......    IT'S A POWER WORD THAT COMES  WITH MEANING....    ONLY IF IT'S TRUE WITH WHAT  YOU ARE FEELING...    THE LESSON WAS TOUGH, BUT I  GOT THROUGH, MADE IT EASIER TO    SEND MY MESSAGE TO YOU...&nb

SELFISH DESIRES   UPS AND DOWNS TWITS AND TURNS  FEEL THE FIRE AS IT BURNS....    RUNNING AROUND WITH NOTHING  BETTER TO DO..    IS THE FIRE COMING FOR YOU..?  SCAR'S THAT ARE LEFT FROM BURNS    OF THE PAST...  TRY TO SLOW DOWN YOUR LIFE MOVES    TO FAST...  A RACE YOU ARE RUNNING TO STAY    OUT OF THE HEAT..  FOR THE FIRE YOU CAN'T DEFEAT..    THE FLAMES GET HIRER,THE SMOKE  GETS THICK,WATER WON'T WORK SO    YOU TRY A NEW TRICK...  WILL HE

TAKEN/A TRUE STORY THE LIGHTS GO OUT.....  THE ROOM IS DARK...ALL   I CAN HEAR IS MY BEATING  HEART...IT RACES FASTER AND FASTER...   THE FEAR IS BACK....  THE CONTROLLING MASTER...   I FIGHT SO HARD TO SLOW IT DOWN...  HAVING NO CONTROL I AM BOUND...   TAKES WHAT HE WANTS.....  MY BODY'S BEEN FOUND....   SETS AND LAUGHS AS HE TAUNTS....  MY MEMORIES HE FOREVER HAUNTS....   THE HAND THAT WONDERS TO DISTANT  PLACES....AS HE HOLDS HIS DECEITFUL   FACES....      HIS P

ROKEN HOME I KNOW LIFE ISN'T EASY ON YOU OR ON ME.  THIS WORLD IS MADE UP OF PAIN THAT WILL  NEVER LET US BE.  WE WALK THROUGH LIFE WITH PICTURES OF OUR BABIES  AND OUR PAST.  AS OUR BABIES GROW UP WAY TO FAST.  WE LIVED OUR LIVES BACK THEN THE BEST THAT WE KNEW HOW.  TRIED TO TEACH OUR KIDS RIGHT FROM WRONG.  FOR WHEN THEY GROW UP AND MOVE FROM HOME.  THEY FOUND THEIR WAY THE BEST THEY KNOW HOW.  STARTING FAMILIES AND LIVES OF THEIR OWN.  LIVING LIFE THE BEST WAY THEY KNOW HOW.  THROUGH PICTURE BOOKS OF A BROKEN HOME.  THEY SAI

The night is dark.  The moon is full.  The crickets chirp.  I think of you.  Wishing I could see you face.  As i am here in this far away place.  Far away from the place I called home.  Thinking of you, so I pick up the phone.  How are you doing, my daughter so sweet.  Sorry I haven't called, I know it's been a week.  I've had alot on my mind.  Haven't be able to sleep.  Miss you so much.  Yes!

I can't understand all the hate in the air.   Why should we suffer at their dispair?  I believe in my head this all can get better..   It seems to get worse, the more they get get clever.  We find a way to sever the knots,   They find another for our hearts they haunt,  We keep pushing and pushing,so that may we get out,   So we may live a life free of dought  Seems like every hallway and door leads us back   To where we were before.  Holding us back from our dreams and fate.   Why should we walk with our h

Mr.Painter please do your dance....As the tape goes on , the colors they split.  Like the clouds in the sky ,when a sun ray they hit..   He will bring back to life the beauty we once knew,  As we sat here and rusted under the sky blue.   The tape it goes on like a blueprint in play. To separate two colors by the end of the day..   Like a woman with her eyeliner his hands are so steady,  It's like they were asking "where have you been?"   We are so ready to take upon the colors we had back then...  He brings us back to life,like a new

NOW AND THEN IN BETWEEN  I WRITE THESE WORDS FOR YOU  TO READ.....   I WRITE EVERY DAY TO HELP  MY MIND TO BE FREE....   OF ANYTHING THAT BOTHERS  ME.....   THE WORDS COME OUT SLOW  AND SMOOTH SOMETHING LIKE  LIKE A NEW FOUND GROOVE..   I WRITE  ABOUT TIME  THAT GOES BY SO FAST,   PICTURES IN MY MIND OF  MEMORIES PASS.MEMORIES I  I WANT TO FORGET.   HERE IN MY MIND IS WHERE  THEY SET.....   SO ON THESE PAGES I WRITE  WHATS TRUE...   I WRITE ABOUT FRI

HE WAKES EVERY MORNING  TO A KEY IN A LOCK....   REALITY COMES BACKS FOR  IT'S HIS CELL BLOCK...   LOCKED IN A ROOM WITH NO  LIGHT..LOCKED IN DARKNESS   OUT OF SIGHT..MISTAKES THAT  HE MADE THAT BROUGHT HIM   HERE...NEVER GOING HOME  WAS HIS WORST FEAR...   THE PAIN HE PUT OTHERS  THROUGH..BEING PUNISHED   EVERY DAY FOR WHAT HE THOUGHT  HE HAD TO DO...LOOKING THROUGH   HIS METAL BARS, LEAVING  INNOCENT PEOPLE WITH LIFE   LONG SCARS...  A CELL BLOCK IS WHERE HE NOW&nbsp