
In my clumsy kind of way…what I’m trying to say
Clear away for…what will be

In my clumsy kind of way…what I’m trying to say
Clear away for…what will be

It’s bigger—than I thought
much taller—than I thought
much more—than I thought
so much more—than I thought
more peace—than I thought
My life is full of—than I thought
more—than I thought…moments

I am mere shadow of my former self
Please don’t worry or fret
There’s more depth of soul
my heart is cleansed
Newness is coming
This isn’t the end
but new beginnings
I am a mere shadow of my former self
and I am thankful for that!

Sometimes…while hearts fly away I’m thankful for hearts that stay
on any given day we can simply walk away
and let someone put back the pieces
When love flies south when it freezes
I’m thankful for you seeing past the rubble of my heart (✿◠‿◠)

So We Build…we clear away what once was
and make room for a new
If you will I will re build with you
If you hold the hammer, I’ll take the ladder
If you will… then I will build with you
So We Build…we clear away what once was

My mind arrested by storms
Oh I see it coming
I’m busy thinking
thoughts
that arrested
never let me rest
I want to warn you
of the danger
My words fall
on deaf ears
so I stay silent
while
My mind arrested by storms

I think I’ve LOST my MIND I whispered in fact I’m certain of it, I forgot!
Scariest thing is to not remember, my Pa had Alzheimer’s and I watched him lost his. Remember the day he said I’ve lost it? Yes, yes, I do—I remember that day. Okay, so if I remember that day then I haven’t lost my mind…I simply need to rest it! Oh yes, yes that’s right. I forgot I was resting.

Come Love with Me, he said
But I can’t don’t you know
you have to hold my heart gently
and if you don’t I’ll go away
and you will miss my kiss
and my care, and all of me
will be no where to find
because I hide when my heart
if dropped like it means nothing
so for now I shall hold it myself
You haven’t earned the
right to hold it yet
I am a gift
my love is precious
Don’t forget it!

Mom said, “I’ll never forget the day I met your Pa, he showed up in a crisp white button down, tan pants and a navy blue jacket over his shoulder, and I’ll admit Micki your Pa was a sharp dressed men.”
Dapper Dan they called him, I just called him Pa.
I have only loved one woman in my life, your mother, my Pa told me. I like to imagine it was like this. Like a love story. I can do that cause I want to.

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