A tear is but...

A tear is but a drop of pain
Bleeding from a broken heart.
Dying hopes; relentless strain
A shattered soul, shred apart.
And like a storm, a drop cascades
Softly from a cloud up high.
Rolling thunder; lightening shades
A drop is but a storm's soft cry.
But tears are strength, tears are power
Just like each drop found in a storm
A rainbow lies within each shower,
Each tear, a story to unroll.
So a tear is but a broken dream
Tearing a soul right at the seams.

When is Who What, and Where do I know How?

What to do--what to say.
Who to be--what to pray.

How to live--how to be.
Where to turn--how to see.

When to live--when to die.
What to try--when to cry.

Who to trust--who to seek.
How to look--who to meet.

Where to search--where to go.
When to find--where to know.

Why do I even try, when I already knew Where
The how, what, who--YOU--are always there.

Hoping for Home

Let me tell you about this place,
That nothing can compare to.
My home--my home sweet home.
Come, let me show you.
For this is a happy place,
As I hope you'll get to see.
A place where you feel whole,
A place for you to be.
And in this home you're blessed
In so many different ways.
My home is where the heart is,
The place it likes to stay.

And as I lie here
In pain and deep distress,
I dream about my home
With its image on my chest.
My home is far away from here
From this deep and troubled land,
And as I cry in agony
I pray to understand.
How I traveled so far away
How I came on this road?
For when I found myself lost,
I discovered lands unknown.
And I traveled deeper within
Praying hard to get out
Looking for my home
Not quite knowing how.

My home--my home sweet home,
The place I want to be.
Let me out of this dark place,
Please, someone help me.
My home--I want to go home.
I want peace within my heart.
The darkness here frightens me,
And is tearing me apart.
My home--my sanctuary.
You are so far away.
I'll continue dreaming for you,
Continue to hold on and pray.

Has Anyone Seen the North Star?

I hate admitting defeat almost as much as I hate admitting I need help. But, a lost traveler must admit he's lost his way and be able to stop and ask for directions. So...I will admit defeat and ask for help finding the North Star; I seem to have lost my way.

It's one of those times in my life where I feel I'm being pulled into way too many different directions that I've forgotten what road I started traveling on. It's like the puppet on the string scenario--the puppet doesn't realize he had strings until he's finally freed from his chains. Too bad I haven't been freed just yet...

I don't know where my life is headed, I don't know where the North Star is...and I'm just beginning to see that I may need a little more help finding my way back home then I thought.