And then they sent me on my way
I left my love and forgot my dreams
I lost them along the way
Those little things you say
When words mean so much
You never back down
And they all shy away
You always listen to me
And what do I get to get me through these sleepless nights?
And what do I have to hold when no one's there to hold me tight
And what do I see? the only thing that gets me through this is what I feel and I feel you
And this ain't no bed of nails
But there not roses just the same
Got this road sure can be long
Another endless day, another seven hundred miles that'll take me further from my home
Who are these songs for, you may ask? I don't really know, my friend. Probably for not just one person, but a set of those who would never read this blog anyway. Does it matter? Maybe its for you. A call, a request, a whisper, or even a scream for help.
Watch your friends carefully, read the signs, don't just ignore them. . . . just pay attention sometimes! You never do know how much time you have to make a difference in some people's lives, and circumstances can always lengthen, or dramatically shorten that time.
Time. . . .. such a funny thing. . . flow so smoothly on, regardless of the circumstances. They say time heals all wounds. Sometimes I say time can only heighten the pain you bare. For some, time isn't a friend, but an enemy that just ticks away steadily while we lose our way and flounder along on our own, revealing just how long we stumble around in the darkness.
Even now, as I write this, I curl up on my own dark path, wondering when the moon will break though and shed its beautiful rays upon my face.
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