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Closing your HeartYou want to close your heart,self destruct that you're aware of.You want it closed,this grief you hold,has turned into too much.Three long yearsof too much to holdand you're down on the groundwhere it's pushed you down to.You're already off your hands and knees,that was months ago,laying on the ground,staring at the sky,praying and hoping...just to have the weight of that greiflightened so you can breathe again.Just enough to breathe.It took too long though,hasn't it?And you've realized that no one can help you.So you're trying to help yourself,push it all away and close off that heart,that just can't take anymore.I just hope you realize one thing.I love you and I'm just as heavy as that weight,and I'm not going to budge.You can pushe me away,and you don't have to love me,and I'm not going to fight your decision.I'm just not that way,but regardless of what you doI will always be kneeling right beside you.And even though I can't help lift that weight,tha
NowAll these words,stories and poems,from men long past dead.Why do we put so much weight,or try to find,the meaning of what they say?It's not my intent to discredit them,we must look at our past to see our futurebut we shouldn't spend so much timelooking over our shoulder.It's as if we're paranoid,to take the same misteps yet again.Do you realize where you are now?This is not tomorrow or yesterday,this is not even today.this is the now,the very seconds of your life,and everyone is bringing something new to youweather or not it's just another breath...that's up to you.So why are you spending all your timetrying to figure out what a bunch of words meant?They may have faced the same problems as we do today,but if it's going to take a few hoursand you trying to force yourself into their age,is it really worth it when you lose that one instantwhen you knew what it meant to you?
Best of my lifeThese hard times,no money for foodor the cigarettes I crave.Tempers hotand too much time spent together.Have to struggle just to get to next weekand we can only hope the pay check looks good.Reaaranging our plans,reorganizing our words,just to get to Friday.and theyre are times when I sit downand I just want to give up,tail between legs as I take the easy path.But the next moment I look around,I want to see it through,want to see where this is leading me,whether a mistake or not cuz...These hard times are the best of my life,they make me alive,they get me breathinga nd thinking,so I'll never turn my back.