When I was not more than a wee young lad
life was good and I was seldom sad
Thoughts turned to the girl next door
baseball games and so little more

My first kiss and my first car

As I watch your video
many times a day
I can only wish
that I could wipe your tears away

You sing with such emotion
my eyes begin to well
your beauty overwhelms me

What is hope, may I ask you?
Is it something, that we all do?
Or is it something, more like air?
Something we need, like the need to care.
As for me, I don't know.
Life is too short,

Me, Who am I?
I'm just a man,
sometimes I cry,
because I can.
Some may think, less of me,
but I don't care, because I'm free.
Life is good, life is bad,
life is what, I've always had.

I watch the rain as it falls gently down.
slowly it puddles upon the ground.
It washes away the dirt and grime,
as it has a million times.
I wish the rain would fall on me,

Money is something that I don't have.
Money can be soothing, like a cool cool salve.
Money can help, and money can hurt.
Money could replace, this old worn out shirt.

I hear the pretty women say,
I need a man who I can trust,
not just one, who is full of lust.
One who will honor and comfort me,
one who will make, the perfect family.

Down the road of life we walk
but where is it we go
we end up there anyway
bearing all the bruises we show

At times a fork we will encounter
but which way, to or fro