You might not notice but the sun It shines for you. The stars are the skies writing Guiding you home safely. The wind is the earth's voice Whispering words of inspiration to your heart. That hand that reaches for yours Is a genuine caring Don’t think you don’t deserve it. You might not notice but the world, it cares Even if you turn your back on it.
I could not see But I could hear, It was too dark Not even the moon could lookout. The rain poured Each drop shattered on my head, Soaking me and chilling me, Making me feel alone. I look up through the rain, Hoping maybe the moon came out To accompany me. I would cry but the storm has Already made me wet enough. Just when I thought I was forever alone I heard footsteps Through the downpour And then I felt your warm hand in mine.
When a star dies you can still see the light So that's what I thought of when I saw your tears The memories they just don’t disappear They live on in your heart That sweet smell that gets in her baking The memories you had of her at late nights Her fruit salad she would bring to thanksgiving And that smile I saw never leave her face. She would never forget you, Always gave hugged you and talked like you knew her for years And I guess I have, Since the day I was born. Her kindness never left Wrapping you in a blanket when snow fell. And those memories will never fade Even as morning comes those stars are waiting in the night. Because when a star dies you can still see the light Even if it's just in your heart.
Ten fires lighting up the dark sky Salty shells from fifty waves One hundred spotlights shining on dirty stages. Sparkling gold from a thousand cities One million flowers in a cool wind A billion night stars shining like diamonds Yet there will always be just one you.
The waves roll in and out, Reaching up to the sand and then falling back home. I wade in and dive under. I can taste the saltiness on my lips. I love the ocean, The feeling of freedom as you swim, Floating back in with the waves, It makes me forget the world. I come up for breath but I can’t. The riptides are strong; I do not fight it, I wait for an opening, then come up. The cool air greets me. And at that moment I hate the ocean, Yet I still yearn to go back in. How could I love something yet hate it so much? I walk back to shore and stand right where The water meets the dry sand, Standing right between love and hate.
