| Rules For Pleasing Him The rules are very clear, and yet I failed the test somehow You see, I never knew the rules For pleasing him till now And though it does not help me, I Feel I must let you know In case it means nearly as much To you as it did to me Remember he wants only gifts From strangers in a crowd Others must see he’s loved so he Can make onlookers proud But try not to embarrass him Though he says it is love he needs, Compliments in public only Make him ill at ease Do not grow confident of him His kindness will be recanted Your trust is liable to look as if You are taking him for granted It must be clear that you would be Shocked if he would respond The element of great surprise Is something of which he is fond No hint of closeness; friendship Must be given without strings Like expecting friendship coming Back from him, those sorts of things And you must know just when to find Him in a giving mood When others are around to see His amiable attitude Now you may think I assume too much Or that I am being unfair But I assure you I was only Hurt because I care So keep your distance; smile in a crowd He’ll consider your love a whim You won’t be too hurt if you understand The rules for pleasing him |
| This House This house was a dream that we had to be free of confinement For gardens, to entertain friends and to feel we belong But this house has become a strange place for us that, in time, meant To unleash all its secrets revealing so much that was wrong Because of the lies we were told by those here before us We feel as though everything still bears reflections of them We knew we had made a mistake, that deaf ears would ignore us And that we would never feel truly happy again Each sight, smell and sound unfamiliar brings back the same sorrow Is something else wrong that we cannot fix or afford? We’ve already spent all we owned and continue to borrow Please don’t let there be any more that is wrong, we implore The workers, they come and they go and each scene is repeated The costs are so high and each time the same troubles return We wait for the verdict, more often than not we feel cheated And spend twice as much as every dollar we earn If you long to live in your own little home, don’t learn too late If you are not wealthy, or you cannot build and repair Don’t dream a dream you cannot afford, lest your own fate Transforms your dreams into this living nightmare |
| Who I Am What I long to share is who I am I cannot render these two things apart My whole identity is but a sham If no one reads or hears what’s in my heart Words that tell of things I hold most dear Written, spoken fill an inner need Fallen deaf on ears that will not hear And tossed aside by those who would not read The pain becomes too hard for me to bear I hold such faith in what I have to say For it is not just words I cannot share If they’re rejected, I am tossed away I have wisdom I so long to share I could give you that and so much more But if it seems that no one seems to care I have nothing else worth living for When I lost my dreams It felt as if I had lost a human soul And the wounds will not heal with time For the soul that I lost was mine |