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| Kid Wars You say you're through You've had enough But I thought that You were so tough So, what's the prob I don't see it He's just a kid You can't just quit You promised you'd Watch him all week Can't you handle The lil pipsqueak Now, don't tell me A little kid Has done you in Oh no! He did! Aren't you the one That said you could Straighten him out Once and for good Didn't you say You'd slow him down Show him who's boss What's with the frown Can't take the truth It's hard, I know Don't feel too bad You're not alone We've all been there Casualties In this old war With the kiddies SO small, so sweet And innocent And though I know They're heaven sent I swear, at times They all grow horns You're not the first That's battle worn But now you know How tough it is To be someone In the kid biz Copyright � 5/22/01Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| The Greatest Gift As I think back on all the good times in my life The memories that I hold as precious I realize they all revolve around you You were there when I laughed, and when I cried When I was hurting, you were the one who held me And as I try to think back to my life before you entered it I can't, it's as if my life began with you Everything before that is hazy and unfocused You gave my life purpose You made it worth living And having you to share it with has been the greates gift of all Copyright � 5/21/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| Judgement You sit there in judgement In all your pompousness And think you'er entitled You won't be second guessed Your judgement is final Your opinion supreme No one dares to question When your ruling's extreme You remain doubtless Your qualifications Are way beyond question And no supplication Is ever considered For what does it matter What they might have to say Or what they would rather For you remain guiltless Of humanity's faults And you have every right To take up the gauntlet But I tell you this now For my conscience is clear You may have that power For as long as we're here But when we're truly judged As we stand fore the throne I think you'll be surprised When the turn is your own You've shown no compassion Given no lenience You've just hidden behind That pathetic pretense Of your fake holiness And your righteous outrage While all the time hiding All your own sinful ways So you go right ahead With your judgemental tour But when comes judgement day You are gonna get yours Copyright � 5/23/01 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
| You Can't Know You say you know how I feel But you haven't got a clue You're not the one who's hurting This hasn't happened to you You've never suffered a loss Approaching this magnitude You can't conceive my sorrow And your attempts are so crude I know you really mean well But just keep your empty words They are a cruel travesty Of the pain that has been stirred So deep inside my being It is ripping me apart It is gnawing at my soul And decimating my heart So don't say you understand Because, believe me, you don't And until you're in my shoes I can promise you, you won't You want to offer your support You want to be here for me Well, that's all you have to do Just let your strength restore me I need you here, by my side But you do not need to speak Just lend me your broad shoulder And support me while I'm weak Copyright � 5/23/2001 Terri Lyn Stanfield All Rights Reserved |
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