The Song

This song was written during one of the darkets moments in my life. Things seemed bleak, having gone from bad to worse. I felt so helpless that I couldn't stop the pain, the angst, and deteriorating situation. I loved them and had never stopped praying for that ray of light. Yet, on that day, it seemed like all hope was lost.

The walls, they seemed to laugh at me, scorn at me. Was all in vain? All those tears? All those quiet times? What was happening and what was going to happen? I couldn't comprehend it. Still, as I put pen to paper, and scribbled my pain into words, this song ended with a reassuring note of Hope.


When the curtain falls
And the hall is empty
D'you look in the mirror
And see someone else?

You can shrug it off
Or wear a mask
So no one can tell

Bridge I:
How you pain and you hurt
There's no one you can turn to
You try to be strong
But you're breaking down inside

Chorus:
Jesus, I can't take it no more
Lord help me heal this land
Jesus, only you understand me
Be my strength, Lord, or I'll fall apart

When you're all alone
And the voices get louder
Saying, "Give up, child, you're going nowhere.
He doesn't care and nothing's gonna change.
You're on your own."

Bridge II:
But I look to the skies
I believe in His promises
I'll wait and I'll pray
Till His hand moves the mountain

Repeat Chorus

A Mother's Day Poem

My very first (and only) attempt at a Mother's Day poem. How I got around to this was, my younger brother came up to me one day and said that he needed me to help him choose a Mother's Day card--one with 'nice' words. I don't know what made me do it, but I just told him there and then that I'd write the words for him instead.

Forgive me, Ma

for these hands

that weren't there to help you stand,

for leaving you at a loss

when you needed me most.

Forgive me, Ma

for these eyes

that refused to cry

even as you broke down in tears

for all those heart-breaking years.

Forgive me, Ma

for this icy heart

that refused to melt, even now as we part,

for all those prodigal years

of girls and beers.

Forgive me, Ma

I wish for nothing more than to turn back time,

so I can say "I love you" while you're still fine.

I just want to say, as I hold your palm,

"Happy Mother's Day, from your son."

Love, metaphorically

Love is the setting of the sun [= beauty]

Love is the tranquil flow of a river [= abundance]

Love is the flight of geese [= unison]

Love is the playful romp of two puppies [= strong bond, bursting with life, cheering each other on]

Love is the falling of a star [sacrifice]