Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Could Things Be Different

If I could go back I know what I’d change
Do something that I could rearrange.
The choices I made and the choices I had
Maybe could be different if I weren’t mad.
If I could go back I know what I’d do
I maybe would ask for advice from you.
If only I could have been nicer, more kind
Maybe I'd be better inside of my mind
Could I go back and reverse my path,
Or maybe used kindness instead of my wrath.
Just go back once for a minute or two
Something with an affect, giving me something to do.
If I could go back what’s the one thing I’d say
To that someone who needed me and I turned away.
What would I do if I had the choice,
Could I have opened my mouth and let out my voice.
Somewhere given a smile, to someone
Before someone figured there life should be done.
Maybe change how I walk or think instead,
Could be the difference of being alive or dead,
No, I’ll just leave it and try to move on
Because all those choices are instantly gone.

Sunday, September 26, 2004


Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a disability. To know what it feels like to never hear the sweet lyrics of music, never see the beatiful rainbow of color a flower garden makes, or even not being able to communicate with those you love. I think of this often and of how much I take for granted the abilities I have to run sing and see all of lifes photographs. Never take what you have for granted because you never know how much longer you will have it.