The Iron In My Blood

My body may be getting old...
my spirit continues to be told.
If it weren't for all that I've seen,
I wouldn't be here or so far between.
Still me, eyes open to a world of trust...
my blood refuses to go from red to rust.

The Ocean Of My Soul

What about tears?
What a way to say I'm real?
What a way to show I can feel?
I can hold them back and think...
just an attack, go have a drink.

If it was a hammer on my thumb...
crying would seem sort of dumb.
Even when I beat myself up because
I often think I'm still a bum.

The tears that roll and drip...
Oh, I'll make them stop!
Fold my arms real tight...
gotta get a grip,
keep them out of sight!

My Father is gone and so is my Mom.
Friends gone away... so many too.
I'll be strong, I can take it.
Even when I'm thinking of you.

Tears are good, not so bad.
They're about all I've done,
what I didn't save, almost had.
So good when I'm having fun.

They still roll and drip
tasting like the sea...
the ocean of my soul.
There when I need them
so I can be free.

You're Not Getting Any Younger

When you care about people,
you care that they're different.
You can be you and still be cool.
Everyone is special.
They do what they do.

You don't stand a chance
when you think it's all about you.
In your head you have no room.
You're the only one that counts.
All you have is yours... yours alone.
What others have they shouldn't own.

When you care, you give...
when you don't, you take.
You don't care about people...
no difference, no matter.
your choice, never wrong,
about that, make no mistake.

Treat everyone with care.
When you care about people,
you care that they're different.
You can be you and still be cool.
If not... you'll get old...
you'll be alone and still be a fool.

Take My Hand

When at the crossroad...
a decision made.
If it's not for love,
it's still for fate...
that you trade.

Wholy

Feeling whole... "Wholy"
I like the feeling of being free to be happy with the truth.

Thinking Again

I don't cry at night any more.
I no longer ask God to take me in my sleep.
No matter what I own/owned/owed and owe
I have one thing that I belong to.
I belong to me.

Everyone is allowed to have a taste of who I am,
like it or not.
With a smile and a hidden tear,
from now on... a year to a year,
I'm going to make the best of my mistakes and...
like me a lot.