Yellow house

that yellow house,
that started all the memories,
the one i grew up in.

i was the little angel,
the little princess,
the way i wanted was the way it went.

it was my playground,
my castle,
my puffy little cloud.

i had it before all the fights,
before all the moves,
before all those responsibilities.

i was a carefree little kid,
with the brain of a mastermind,
and the life of a little baby.

Oh, i miss that yellow house,
i miss those simple days,
i miss just having fun,

but i also remember,
life has just begun.

wild and free

the forest,
wild and free,
like I want to be.

the ivy,
that grows on my trees,
is my winter coat.

the birds,
are my faithful companions,
that come to see me everyday.

the bulldozers,
that tear me down,
take away from my wilderness.

the buildings,
that go up instead of me,
take away my freedom.

[basically what im trying to say here is: we are killing ourselves. All the beautiful things in nature we admire will be gone if we dont do anything about it soon, and we do have to do something.... and the sooner the better. I know this only reaches a few people, but I hope today you decide to make a difference, even if the way you make it is small.]

Imperfections

We all have our own imperfections,
Like a brown leaf on a tree,
or dirt in our gravel.

But it is how we embrace these "imperfections,"
that is what is most important,
No, that is what matters.

You write your own life story,
And if you try,
Nothing can stand in your way.

Candle

Candles burn so bright and strong,
Like the hope in my heart,
And love in my soul.

But eventually it dims away,
Your hopes are diminishing,
Your love is lost.

And as the candle lowers to nothing,
There is usually another,
To take its place.

But dont take advantage of it,
Your live's candles are in limited supply.