We will reunite one day in that clear blue sky,
and start over where we left off, with your silent goodbye.

It's almost been a year now and tears still fall,
but tears from a sorrowful heart seem to have no time at all.

We had a bond, not like one you'd find everyday,
I wish you were here, for this I really wanted to say.

Your face I still see clearly, your laughter is still in the air,
why were you taken away from me? It is more than unfair.

And now I must learn life not sure of knowing the way,
you promised to be here to help me, someday.

I feel lonely now, scared and unsure,
why can't you be here to help me through this dark door?

It was you I loved and adored for so long,
but now I'm expected to move on and be strong.

I miss you more as the days go by,
sometimes I ask questions but can't help to cry.

Why were you taken out of my world in a blink of an eye?
only if I would have had a chance to say goodbye.

Life's different now it's just not the same,
I still try to remind myself no ones to blame.

You live in a memory now, a special place in my heart,
and I'll carry that memory close by me,
because there we won't ever have to part.

There is a part of me
That feels I am different from everyone else.
Something that I can't quiet see,
Something that I can't quiet feel,
Something so unreal.
But this 'thing' is always there,
This 'thing' with others, I will never share.
So I push it to the back of my mind,
All the thoughts of boys and clothes
And make-up, it is hiding behind.
Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten,
It comes back with such ferocity,
Angry and unforgiving.
I feel so lost and sad,
Whatever caused this feeling
Must have been so horrible and bad.
A lost memory or something else,
I'll never know,
Whatever it is,
I know for sure,
I can never let this feeling show.

I am always, dear and devout,
big-hearted and benevolent,
I tend to be dependable and affable,
passionate and emotional.
Will you be my friend?

I am animated, and delightful,
forbearing and faithful,
I am obliging and generous,
patient and spontaneous.
Will you be my friend?

Impishly I cherish, in company of kids,
Ingeniously I relish, among mature minds,
I give all my love and respect,
But just a minuscule of concern,is enough for me.

Will you be my friend ?

What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!--
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!.

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait