week 505 ~ there will be heartbreak

there will be heartbreak
ahead no detour
so what will it take
there will be heartbreak
before we can make
clear truth will endure
there will be heartbreak
ahead no detour

week 498 ~ when the end is reached how are you to know

when the end is reached how are you to know
that the obstacles are too great to move
ahead when do you finally admit you’ve
played your last card there’s nowhere left to go
how do you pack up heartbreak in a box
set it on a shelf walk into the arms
of disappointment once again alarms
sound but you carefully reset the locks
on the door of who you are so no one
can get past life’s once-breached defense system
no matter what intrigue accompanies them
your days of living dangerously are done
wrap self-pity in its cloak of darkness
walk away drop a match and torch the mess

 

week 426 ~ heartbreak blocks

heartbreak blocks
life ahead
aftershocks
heartbreak blocks
hope relocks
doors truth’s dead
heartbreak blocks
life ahead

week 354 ~ sing a song of everything

sing a song of everything
wrapped up with a crooked bow
joy and heartache life can bring
sing a song of everything
bees make honey though they sting
dreams are choices we make so
sing a song of everything
wrapped up with a crooked bow

week 232 ~ we’re never going to know the ending

we’re never going to know the ending
of this dream not a play or a mistake
it’s a mystery of our own making

when the true prize somehow avoids taking
we try to learn from process though hearts break
we’re never going to know the ending

but we are curious as cats nothing
stops us we jump off the roof wide awake
it’s a mystery of our own making

 for there must be someone getting this thing
right and hiding won’t exorcise the ache
we’re never going to know the ending

or where the truth is where the lies a thing
to tell us how long redemption will take
it’s a mystery of our own making

just to get through this life intact singing
the song we were born to and can’t forsake
we’re never going to know the ending
it’s a mystery of our own making