The Reason
I was always the puppet,  The potters clay
People would shape and make me
Into something else something not me
I had to fit in, me as myself wasn't good enough

In all the noise and all the changing
I lost who I was, my whole indentity
Blinded by shadows,  shadded by darkness
No one to depend on, nothing to trust

All in one day fate showed it's hand
an unlikley  swicth a unmakable bond
So more reshaping  but back to myself
The person you helped me to remember

You need to know that you are my rock
The person I do to when the world goes black
You give me  honesty when I need it
And my crying shoulder, my free spirit

So this is to you, for you to know
That you kept me alive when I wanted to die
It's for that reason I see you as
My best friend
To: Amy Vandenburg
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