| Crooked Smiles 2 |
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| LOST IDENTITY You see me walking in the halls once again and to you I look just the same.... My expressionless face shows nothing new A curious eye meanders alone as the other slowly follows behind. A once so simple smile is so hard here and a one-half smile is all I can offer now..... You see me now and you notice the little things that made me exactly who I was. A shallowed eye of depression overcomes laying where a glimmering eye was once before. Inside I know I'm just not the same But you still show me support as I hope to be who I once was again!! And gain back the identity you used to know. A pain so invisible to you subsides only in my heart.... In my mind, good memories will always haunt me of exactly what I used to have and of the expressions I used to show. Those expressions never seemed to special And I pray for my emotions to show clear ONCE AGAIN!! You see me now and you notice the little things that made me exactly who I was. A shallowed eye of depression overcomes laying where a glimmering eye was once before. Inside I know I'm just not the same But you still show me support as I hope to be who I once was again!! And gain back the Identity you used to know. I feel so lost in a world I used to know so left behind and dragged down by my mind. Just a simple smile once before is now the hardest thing in my life You see me now and you notice the little things that made me exactly who I was. A shallowed eye of depression overcomes laying where a glimmering eye was once before. Inside I know I'm just not the same But you still show me support as I hope to be who I once was again!! And gain back the Identity you used to know. Kurt |
| THE THINGS I USED TO DO I used to pity the person who can�t hear the bluebird sing, I used to see the twisted face of a child and praise God that I�m not like him, I used to wonder how the blind one survives in our world full of sights. I used to do a lot of things� Until the day my ear stopped working, And my eye wouldn�t shut, And I only smiled half a smile. These days with Bell�s Palsy have taught me to be grateful for all that I have, �instead of mourning the things I have lost. When I praise the Provider for all I�ve been given, the things I have lost are no longer important. For it�s only when I realize I am nothing, He reminds me that I possess everything. Charlene |