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Where Did You Go?

As I sit and wonder, my mind in a spin.
When did you leave, will you be back again?
Your body is still here, I see you everyday.
But, the person I know is slowly fading away.
Somewhere in the distance, I call your name.
Stepping through the fog, yes, you still look the same..
Yet, the look in your eyes so foreign, your touch is so cold.
I'm desperately searching, oh where did you go??
When did you go??
It came without warning, just one day it was there.
Suddenly you seem like you don't even care.
Is there another, did I miss all the signs?
With eyes 20/20, could I be that blind?
How could I be that blind?
Somewhere in the distance, I call your name.
Stepping through the fog, yes, you still look the same..
Yet, your eyes seem so foreign, your touch is so cold.
I'm desperately searching, oh where did you go??
When did you go??
If you love something set it free, so I'm letting you go.
Coming back will be your choice, but, one thing you should know..
When the lifestyle gets boring and being alone starts getting old.
When your lying there remembering who you used to hold..
It's me you'll think of who's love no other can compare..
Remember you had me, but, I'm no longer there..
No, you made sure I was no longer there..
Do you wish I was there???

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The Hamster, the Mouse and a Little Boy Named Bubba

Once upon a time there was a little boy,
who had a bedroom filled with lots of toys.
But, of all he had he loved one thing better,
his little hamster he named Digger.
Now, Digger loved his little hamster home.
He has his own toys, but he was still alone.
Bubba would take Digger out each and every day.
Until his best friend Lucas would come over to play.
Digger wished he has a best friend of his own.
He had plenty of room in his little hamster home.
Then one night by the light of the moon.
There came a little stranger into Bubba's room.
Digger looked him up and down and lifted his nose to smell.
"You look like me," he said, "but your grey and have a long tail."
"My name is Charlie," he replied "and I'm a mouse."
"My family has made a home underneath your house."
Charlie jumped on Diggers cage and looked down the tunnel hole.
"Grab my tail, I'll pull you up and sight seeing we will go."
Charlie came for Digger when it was dark at night.
Then, bring him back before the morning light.
They played their game for many nights until they heard
Momma yell.
"There is a mouse in the house and it has a long grey tail!"
Charlie came to say goodbye, "We are moving down the rode."
"Papa say's when Momma's yell it is time to go."
Sadly, Digger watched Bubba and Lucas for many days.
He missed Charlie and the games they played.
Bubba noticed Digger was sad and knew just what to do.
"I have a surprise," Bubba said "Just for you."
When Bubba opened up the cage and stuck in his tiny hand.
Out crawled a little brown hamster who said, 
"I'm George will you be my best friend?"

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The Soldier

He chose to take this profession because it was in his heart. 
He knew the day would come when all he loved, he would soon part. 
As he trains for his great mission, he still hears the chants ringing in his head 
Remembering the protesters and their right to say what they said. 
He smiles for a brief second, 'cause thats really all he's got 
"Do they actually know how blessed they are?" he shurgs, "probably not." 
They have the wrong impression,  for it's them he is training for. 
Along with our country, oh, but there is so much more... 
There are others who long to be in this place we so causually call home. 
They swim shark infested oceans or die of thirst in the desert alone. 
There are children who will never know what clean water is to drink. 
Yet, we swim in water cleaner and don't even stop to think. 
Women who are tortured because they dare to show their face. 
And we go without makeup and think we're a disgrace. 
As a kid we would hate to get up so early to go to school. 
Never thinking about children half a world away, where learning is forbidden by their 
rule. 
The Father who cries silent tears for he feels as a man his honor is gone. 
Praying for someone to help his people take back what was once their home. 
Across the world is a soldier, who somehow feels his prayers. 
He vows silently to come and help them get back what is rightfully theirs. 
He knows the people are scared, their will has been surpressed. 
But, the soldier and his allies are training and their determination will not rest. 
Yet, still somewhere out there the chants still go. 
They rant and rave over something they don't even know. 
For it is not them who felt the prayers of a man half a world away. 
Nor is it them who insures they have the freedom to chant another day. 
It is the Soldier and the others who will go and make the wrongs right. 
For his country, the world and humanity in our honor he will fight!

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No Way Out

No way out of this web I spin.
Deeper and deeper I keep falling in.
No way out of the things I've done.
For the blame shall fall on the guilty one.
No way out I plead selfishly in vain.
But, all that's echoed is the sound of my name.
No way out of the sins I've sinned.
If I only had that chance again.
No way out of the tears once shed.
I've forgiven too much is all that's said.
No way out of the pain I've relayed.
Because the one true to me is the one I betrayed.

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No One Cares

The pain I felt I brought myself.
Too many times I tempted fate and lost.
For me I know they'll be no one else.
My life with you was the cost.
Don't hate me because I can't control,
the fear inside which burns.
I lost the battle of sanity long ago.
A simple life of normalcy in for what I yearn.
Now I'm spinning hard, around I go.
Nothing can save me from my own.
You forgive me is what I need to know.
But, I know your patience with me is gone.
So, do I accept the hand that fate has dealt?
Go start another life, be someone new.
Just forget the years and the way I felt.
No, I have no life without you.
Never can I forget my soul mate.
The person with life I was meant to share.
We were together now we're not, they say it's fate.
Another failure and nobody cares.

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Map Time

You think I wasn't sad and my head wasn't in a whirl.
Maybe I played it just alittle, so I've been a very bad girl.
But, you like bad girls you naughty man.
So, for my punishment I have a plan.
Notice the map below.
It's a place I'm sure you know.
Note, it goes to the bedroom door.
Which behind it lies the man I adore.
Friday September 9th, 2005 on this specific day.
At 8:30 am I will come to you and repent my ways.
You shall put your hands upon me and release the evil inside.
Then this Angel will take you Devil on one heavenly ride.

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Don'T Cry Momma

You call me a boy, because you feel you should.
But, I'm a man Momma and made my decisions because I could.
There will come a time when every boy leaves his home.
Walks out the door and into life, returning a man of his own.
I knew where I was going and what I had to do.
It was about what I believe Mom, not about you.
Everyone has a calling, a duty they need to fill.
Mine was to honor our Country, and I believe in that still.
Though the war I fought was not on our land.
Many of nights I slept with one eye open laying in the sand.
Mom, I know it's hard for you to understand.
But, given the chance I would do it again.
To see such sights our minds could hardly comprehend.
How could a country be so down and afraid to rise again.
Could you turn down a child, begging for food?
His family's bodies lie in the distance, what would you do?
To watch a woman, afraid to show her face.
For the fear of death Mom, it's madness in this place.
To see emptiness in a man's eye's, his fight has long been gone.
I wanted to help these people! They should have back their homes!!
Don't call me a boy Mom, 'cause it's the boy I'm fighting for.
So he can sleep in a bed instead of dirt as a floor.
To hear the sounds of laughter not bombs in the air.
Shouldn't a women have the right to show her own hair?
Oh, Mom we have it made, just look at you on the President's lawn.
Talking about your little boy, how you go on and on.
The school pictures, the birthday's, the free life I led.
While others are fighting Mom, to not wake up dead!
You plaster my picture all over TV.
Why, Mom, why would you do this to me?
Don't cry Momma, I'm not a boy and I did look both ways.
Please say you're proud of how I spent my last days.
Your son went to make a difference and though my stay was brief.
I died doing what I believed in, maybe that can comfort your grief.
Let me rest in peace Mom, stand tall and honor my name.
And speaking for all of those here, tell their families to do the same.

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Beauty

Can you see the BEAUTY in a new Mom as she holds her newborn close to her face?
The tears fall, her heartbeat rises and not a hair in place.
Can you see the BEAUTY in a Dad as his young son slides into home?
His work clothes soaked with sweat, yelling "that's my boy" as the crowd 
cheers him on.
Can you see the BEAUTY in a young boy as he excitedly say's "cool ride!"?
Mom turns to see, as he holds the door and the man rolls inside.
Can you see the BEAUTY in a little girl with lipstick from ear to ear?
"I'm beautiful Mommy!" and Mommy agrees, a picture she'll treasure for years.
Can you see the BEAUTY of a flower, the clouds or birds in a tree?
Through the eyes of someone who has never seen, describing something they will never see.
For sometimes Beauty can't be touched or seen, yet it comes in sizes big and small.
Through the innocence of a child or the amazement of the blind, Love is the most
beautiful of all.