questions

Driving home from the cemetary
no new tears in these eyes
and while the questions are worn out
still, they arise.

Why is it that;

someone is born
somebody dies.
up ahead are 'hellos'
back there the 'goodbyes'.

I hear
one mother's laughter
another one's cries.

My Wings Are Broken
can You Help Me Fly?

Some skaters struggle
while others just glide.
She shares herself completely
then again, has to hide.
(Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde?)

I said it was true
but you knew I lied.
You said that you wouldn't
but I knew that you might.

I looked for the sunshine
but forever, it's night.

Some people make things happen
others just go along for the ride.
If I told you they hurt me
would you take my side?

I'm drowning in deadly grip
of an emotional rip-tide.
If I bared my soul to you
would your arms still open wide?