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| I wish you love - and happiness
I guess I wish - you all the best
I wish you don't - do like I do
And never fall in love with someone like you
Cause if you feel - just like I did
You'd probably walk around the block like a little kid
But kids don't know - they can only guess
How hard it is - to wish you happiness
I guess that love - is like a Christmas card
You decorate a tree - throw it in the yard
It decays and dies - and the snowmen melt
Well, I once knew love I knew how love felt
Yeah I knew love - love knew me
And when I walked - love walked with me
And I got no hate - and I got no pride
Well, I got so much love that I cannot hide
Yeah, I got so much love that I cannot hide
Say you drive a Chevy - Say you drive a Ford
Say you drive around the town 'till you just get bored
Then you change you mind - for something else to do
And you heart gets bored with your mind and it changes you
Well it's a doggone shame - and it's an awful mess
I wish you love - I wish you happiness
I wish you love - I wish you happiness
I guess I wish - you all the best
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| i think i got it in me to say it
but no one to say it to that i trust enough
not because i can't trust
or because i'm afraid to trust
but i haven't found anyone trustworthy
but i got it in me to say it
and i got a lot of it in me to give
but it's one of those things you can't give
unless someone is going to hold it gently
like its the most precious thing they've ever had
because what is in me is good
what i have to give you
is love what i have to say is
i love you don't take it for granted,
because tho i have a lot,
my heart is fragile
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| this is how it would happen if it could
i would walk into that little white restaurant with the crooked ceiling and the pealing paint.
it would be sunny outside, with just a few clouds
and a breeze.
i would look cute, but not as though i tried
my hair would be a little messy from the wind at the door
and i would carry a book
a good one
an old one perhaps.
tom sawyer.
i would be by myself
cuz i've never done that before
but i have always admired the ones who can do things by themselves
and not care
i would order chamomile tea with honey
not coffee, because coffee is easy
and if i wanted coffee...i would be at starbucks
i would not worry about what anyone thought of that
you wouldn't be the waiter
it would be someone else.
you wouldn't look at me as if i could tell
but you would when i didn't notice
you'd wonder
if you should talk to me
but you wouldn't
because you never have
but somehow you'd work up the courage
and when you weren't busy,
you'd come by and sit at my table
and ask me what i was reading
and you'd like it
because you dont like to wear shoes either
i know that about you
but i dont know you at all
i probably would smile
and maybe this time
my mind wouldn't go blank
and i wouldn't feel stupid in front of you
and you wouldn't try to make me feel worthless
and maybe this time
you'd look into my eyes
with out wondering where else you had to be
or who else you had to talk to
or who else you needed to impress
maybe you'd just be there
with me
and maybe you'd ask to go for a walk when you got off
and i would say yes
and we'd walk around town and back again
and talk
about everything we always should have talked about
and you'd laugh at my stupid jokes
and you'd notice the person you never noticed before
the one who followed you here
on accident
this weather makes me think that something could come out of nothing
or that things are there that really aren't
i had a dream you kissed me, but it doesn't mean a thing
because i don't even know you
i'm probably looking for something tangible
and somehow i looked for it in mystery
even though i'll never find it
and maybe never should
if i run into you tomorrow
i might not talk to you
i probably won't
and even if we did talk
it wouldn't be the same
the mystery was always better than the reality
even tho
i always thought
we'd make great friends
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| 
A young girl knocks on your window
as a left over tear dries on her cheek.
She's hungry to the point begging.
She's desperate to the point of eating… anything
down to the dirt off the ground...
And she asks you for change.
She reaches her hand through the window.
Hoping…Hoping...
“Please sir. Please”
Do you see her?
Her clothes are torn and her face is dirty.
She holds her baby brother in her arms.
She holds him like a mother,
but she must only be 8 years old herself.
And you wonder...
Who holds her and tells her she's beautiful,
and tells her she is loved? And tells her...
that it is going to be alright?
Is it?
She looks to you, with hope in her eyes,
hoping for more than just change,
but all she can feel in this moment
is the painful emptiness in her stomach...
Her brother quietly cries.
She’s reaching out to you.
Waiting...Waiting....
She's desperate.
She’s weak.
And she stares into your eyes...
Staring.
Hoping.
Waiting…
And suddenly...
You're overwhelmed.
Stunned.
Moved.
Burdened.
Weakened.
Nauseous.
Even Afraid.
But…
Everything seems so unreal at the same time
even as you sit there in the presence of…
her eyes staring straight back into yours.
So you close your eyes.
You turn your face away.
But she's still standing there.
Waiting....Hoping…
Could this be reality?
You're not dreaming.
It is reality…
True,
heart wrenching
reality.
Where does this guilt come from?
I sat in that car.
I couldn't look back into her eyes any longer.
I hoped that she would leave.
I even prayed that she would leave...
Why?
So I didn't have to deal with the pain of knowing that
life for too many...
is just like hers,
In a complete state of desperation.
It’s this reality that is so hard to embrace,
that I wonder if anyone ever wants to know that
It is out there.
So I pretend its not,
and I close my eyes,
and I turn away.
I don't want to know,
but…
It's still there even when I close my eyes,
and even though I'm on this side of the world now,
and she's on the other.
It's still real.
I can't see her now, but it doesn't change that...
she's sleeping on a dirt floor tonight,
and she went to bed starving tonight
and she doesn't know if she will find food tomorrow.
I can't see her now, but it doesn't change that...
she's holding her brother as he cries himself to sleep,
and her father is sick with aids
and she's never had the chance to go to school.
I can't see her now, but it doesn't change that...
She might not make it through tomorrow.
I could ignore it,
but I saw her face
and her reality.
The guilt comes from knowing that…
No one.
Anywhere.
Ever...
deserves a life like that.
Ever.
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| this is what happens when you let them in
this is what it feels like to be vulnerable
this is what happens to give someone
the ability to hurt you
they can
they do
and it's inevitable
but this is what it means to love
this is what it means to just be
this is what it means to have
and to be had
know
and be known
and it can be beautiful
and is
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