We do some crazy things
while trying to hang in.
And every new day brings
some shiny brand new sin.
And though it hurts us so
while trying hard to wait -
we sometimes must let go
and trust the hands of fate.
It takes a lot to save
so much for someone.
Many are a slave.
some - they choose to run.
We all do lonely time
away from love and home.
Punished for a crime -
we rue in here alone.
Things that we once knew
seem to fall away.
Our hearts, they break in two -
the future, too, looks gray.
Letters? Some don't come
and visits just depress.
We long to hold someone -
oh my, it's such a mess!
With pain, despair and grief -
we seek a little spark.
Like any petty thief
we're living in the dark.
Family? Some die
while we are still in here.
We yearn so just to cry-
pride holds back that tear.
Romance may not survive,
some may make the haul.
Some keep hope alive -
most just lose it all.
Not many realize
the demons which we fight.
No angels in disguise -
to guide us through the night.
We do some crazy things
trying to hang in.
Every new day brings
battles we can't win.
And though it hurts us so
when loved ones will not wait,
we sometimes must let go -
when it's too much to take.
What did this new day bring?
Another empty bed.
He did a crazy thing -
Hung up to get ahead.
SPRING 2008