I’ll be your California,You’ll be my CarolinaThe sun will rise and set with usThe moon will string a banded chorusof poetic writers across the globeSharing words and spreading
I am not sick,But I am not wellI’m trapped in my bodyA prison that’s HellIt’s fighting against meA battle each dayIt just wants to end meBut I won’t go awayThe pain unlike
They didn’t know she was beautiful.Lines and wrinkles hid the freshness of youth. They didn’t know she was strong.Cane and chair became her companion. They didn’t know she was witty and quick
Have you noticed That whenever you fall into the dark forest of depressionI am already there Ready to catch you To wipe away your tearsand guide you back towards the lightHas it ever crossed your
With the fire burning brightlyYou’d think everything’s okayThe warmth is filling up the houseThe predators kept at bayListen to me closelyAnd I’ll tell you the wayThis story really