she sings a tune so sad,
she drowns her pain in them,
her words will clutch at your heart,
it will break you and tear u apart.

her eyes reflect such sorrow,
such misery welled up in them,
and if she ever shed a tear,
she has none to hold her dear.

if perchance your skins touch,
you will feel her prickly grief,
as if like thorns so sharp,
her pain simply plays like a musical harp.

i fear this girl would break away,
but i see her grow strong each day,
her heart must now be stoned and gray,
how ever could she live this way?

hopeful

despite what's roaring all around,
the chaos loud and piercing,
my mind has been lost and found,
oh those signs i keep missing.

a little hope i keep alive,
in case things quieten a bit,
in case i can listen and thrive,
i am but hopeful indeed.

but m scared to death,
of the silence that will follow,
will i be able to listen to it?
to my beating heart-what for will it beat?
and this hopeful me dies a bit,
will i ever be that hopeful again?

Red!

Today I sang in hues of red,

With a beating heart,

Against my chest,

Fumbling words at my very best,

No more blues,

And only red.

As I blushed the crimson red,

A flower in my hair,

And flowers everywhere,

The garden that I own,

And the seeds that I've sown,

Everything in red.