Secret

Haven't seen him in the past few days
But I see him in my head now, anyways
I miss him so very much
I wish he knew how much....
I remember that very night
That night I felt so much life (when I probably shouldn't have)
I gave the little girl a piggy back ride up the stairs
As he watched me, I felt him watch me............
I watched her as she banged on a drum in one of those bean bag chairs.


Later he came up, and peered through the door,
I didn't have to look up when he did, I felt him there at the door
Caught me red handed as I thought I might sing a bit, sing a little love song....
(Oh, but I decided against it.......... Even when he was gone.)
I put the microphone down my face dropped
I knew I couldn't with him there, so instead I silently sobbed
But his eyes looked on, looked on me without seing the tears through my wall

He left and when I came back he had his red rose in his hand
His rose in hand, rose in hand, in hand
The one I gave everyone from the start, the one everyone threw away (But him)
He smiled at me peculiarly which made me wonder....... which made me wonder.....
which made me wonder............ does he know my secret?

Understanding

I enter a whole new mind,

I let my soul wander through it's experiences

It's another way to understand mankind,

But you don't have many chances.



You can walk a mile in other people's shoes,

But what does that do?

If you can wander through their experiences,

Then you must know them at least a little better.



To understand innocence is not foolish,

To understand injustice is not a crime

To act without seeking is foolish,

To treat someone badly without meaning

is wrong.



I wander through the experiences of a

weeping willow, swaying in the breeze, and

I wander through the experiences of a

tiger, crouching ready to kill.



I understand, mind you, I understand. Yet do they

understand me??

M.s.

Silence In A Scream

Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The unheard gasp, the thoughtless passion,





the tone of which emphisizes the other sound?





Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The garish crying, the emotion rising,





the sound the provokes it?





Have you ever heard the silence in a scream?





The endless noise, you can not hear it,





but it makes you hear the scream, loud as thunder,





clear as icy water, sharp as a sword:





The time you hear it, you cannot ignore it; for the

silence is louder than the scream.



M.s.