How many times do we
get a chance to get it right?
When will I be come the
man I want to be?

Every day I search the skies,
for some sort of sign.
Yet all I can see are
black balloons.

When will I fall in love?
Or will I have to remember
the bittersweet taste of
youth?

So let the sun burn down on me,
and the memories of the past
become what I can be now.

Am I better to say the least,
I can hardly say that now.
All I have is moments in the
the past.

Can I get better each day?
All I have is forgiven ways,
but all I can do is watch
lovers kiss.

I grown when people smile after
a perfect moment of staring
into each eye.

Yet all that I want are past long gone,
and left over pieces of my heart
that are going on.

So I sit alone in the deserted
lands of forgotten hopes with
a small tender smile,
and hope that I can find my way
back to you.

03/06/2006

Posted on 03/06/2006
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