My spirit's strong
But my heart is weak
As a single tear
Rolls down my cheek
...
I like to write a poem
That would be fit to frame
Proof to those who read it
My love for you won't change
...
I'm but a soldier
In an army called life
In my right hand a pen
In my left one a knife
...
I can't help but contemplate
Of the mess I made
I could never calculate
'Cause my memory tends to fade
...
Do you remember
The first time
I reached to touch
Your heart with mine
...
The Mystery Writer lives
In each broken heart
A voice that was silenced
By a love that was lost
...
First they were two
Now there's three
Another leaf
On the family tree
...
On the day you were born
A piece of my heart was torn
You took it with your first breath
As I held you to my breast
...
I'M BUT A SOLDIER IN AN ARMY CALLED LIFE IN MY RIGHT HAND A PEN IN MY LEFT ONE A KNIFE WHEN I MEET MY ENEMY HE DECIDES WHICH I USE I'LL DO WHAT IT TAKES I CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE WHEN I MEET A FRIEND I WILL HAVE HIS BACK ON ME HE CAN DEPEND MY LOYALTY WON'T LACK WHEN YOU SEE ME WALKING DOWN THE AVENUE WILL IT BE THE PEN OR THE KNIFE I USE I'M BUT A SOLDIER IN AN ARMY CALLED LIFE IS IT TRUE THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE KNIFE?)
A Single Tear
My spirit's strong
But my heart is weak
As a single tear
Rolls down my cheek
It doesn't matter
Which way I go
I'm not able
To leave this hole
The load I carry
Seems to grow
It's weighing down
On my soul
Happiness seems
An allusive dream
In the opposite side
Of the stream
When is it
That we decide
To let go
No longer try
Somehow I must
Accept my fate
To only dream
While I'm awake
when I'm I going to see more of your poems? ? ? love to see MORE..