To A Dear Friend

No, I am not there to put my arms around you
and hand you tissues when you are sad...
but you are always in my thoughts.
No, I am not there to whisper in your ear
“It's going to be okay...."
But I pray that it will be
for you and for me.
No, I am not there to smile and laugh at your jokes,
but I still think you are a great guy and very amusing.
No, I cannot tell you face to face
that you are a special friend and mean a lot to me
and always will... but you know it's true.
No, I can't always be online when you need me...
but you can always write me a note
to let me know how you are.
You know you will always get a response.
No, I can't pop round at the weekend
when things are going well for you
and share a beer or a night at the movies...
because distance is too great
and responsibilities get in the way.
That doesn't mean I don't want to do
all of those things for you,
and have you do them for me sometimes too.
Because that is what friends are for.
But think of the things we can and are
doing for each other right now.
We are thinking of one another...and when we can,
we talk to one another.
When one of us is too hurt or depressed to talk,
the other is here for when they feel well enough to speak.
We laugh at one another's jokes
and smile for one another.
We cry together,
about one another's heartaches and fears.
We hold each other in our minds... we care.
I hope this gives you as much comfort as it gives me.
Even though we may meet and possibly marry other people...
we will always be friends.
Because we care.

Leave Me Be

I don't want to know if there is anybody there
I don't want to feel again... to think.. to care
Leave me be

I have nothing left to show for all that I have spent
in loving those who couldn't feel the same as I have felt
or free me

It is enough for me to know I did my feeble best
even though my efforts were misunderstood, maligned
Thrown in my face

I can't keep on crawling on the ground beneath your feet
and hoping you will forgive the wrongs I've done,
bestow your grace

An insect in your view.. despicable.. pathetic.. worthless.. crass
brought low where I belong, no higher than the grass
you trample down

No words can heal the wound, no sorrow mend or satisfy
the howl of righteous anger ringing in my ears
I hang my head

What use sincere apology? What hope, if one called friend
refuses to accept our outstretched hand?
Would I were dead.

Homage

In Homage to Voznesensky


I am Edward's Rose!...
I am the voice of victory,
the quiet voice of certainty
after the years of doubt...
the shout of joy,
born out of suffering,
of heartache...
I am Edward's Rose!

Edward's Rose

Edward sent me a dozen roses
to last as long as his love
I can see them every day...
As unchanged as his heart
Beautiful now as his words to me...
Fresh as his delight in me...
Perfect as his unfailing love for me
I want to be Edward's Rose...
Beautiful inside
Fresh and new to his eyes
Perfect in every way for him

At The End Of The Day

There's a part of my heart
you stole away
Took it with you to where
I can't be today
But I dream of your kiss..
it's your touch that I miss
At the end of the day
And everywhere I go,
everyone I see
Makes me long for your face..
have you here with me
Your the light in the dark...
and life's most precious spark
Nothing more I can say...

Volunteers

You gave me hope
A chance to try again
To find my independence that was lost
A way to cope
A way to cast aside the pain
A hand to hold, someone to lean on, and to trust
You may not all
recall my name or face
You are not all as well known yet to me
But when I call
I know you'll find a place
To care for my belongings while you set me free
The liberty
to go where I would go
No need to ask another for their help
The time for me
To wander off alone
the choice to mix with others or be on my own
You give your time,
Your smiles, your listening ears
your helping hand
your laughter, friendship and your care.
Who can I mean?
Who else? The Volunteers!
Without whom.....?
Oh! What would we do without you there!

One

There has to be one,
Surely?
For everyone,
For each one,
Of us.

Someone,
To complete the whole,
To fill the hole,
In us?

When they’re gone,
The one,
The only one,
For us –

How do we go on?
On our own,
Alone?
TELL US