<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018</id><updated>2012-01-23T17:47:41.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>/\/\ Y  |? O E T r Y   $ ! T E</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-7921801192023833265</id><published>2011-02-15T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:23:45.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover of Simple Things- a song for everyone I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Enchant me with your smile, bless me with your kiss or a just hug will do. Let me taste the sugar from the words you say. Tell me that everything will be ok. Let’s dance, let’s sing. Let me be a lover of simple things like laughing, the weather in spring, the birds in the trees, ice cream and coffee. Let me be a friend of things that are free like kissing, memories, listening to the music that liberates me, watching the waves in the sea, exploring your city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool me with your stares. Meet me downstairs or wherever. Let our time lasts forever. Tell me you’ve enjoyed our fun and that our future’s brighter than the sun. Let me be a lover of simple things like your jokes, living sweet dreams and bringing to life awaiting hopes, peanuts and Coke. Let me be a friend of things that are free like flowers, rain showers, the sound of the Adhan and chimes from church towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what I’ve always told you. Life is beautiful and love is too. So be a lover of simple things like innocence, the aroma of incense, the smallest presents, and God’s forgiveness. Be a friend of things that are free like joy and good times, the constant rate of time, the phenomenon of light, the stars at night, and the soul you have inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-7921801192023833265?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7921801192023833265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=7921801192023833265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7921801192023833265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7921801192023833265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2011/02/lover-of-simple-things-song-for.html' title='Lover of Simple Things- a song for everyone I know'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-7917121332960619094</id><published>2010-07-27T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:30:04.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer 1</title><content type='html'>Fight, fight, fight&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who will win.&lt;br /&gt;Cry, cry, cry&lt;br /&gt;There go the tears again.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let me forgive my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Gun, gun, gun&lt;br /&gt;Words are a weapon&lt;br /&gt;Love love, love&lt;br /&gt;Show me that there’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door, door, door&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t want to leave&lt;br /&gt;Poor, poor ,poor&lt;br /&gt;Spirits are deceived&lt;br /&gt;Do our hearts really believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let this be a new day for us.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let your love be enough&lt;br /&gt;That we may not want it from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let us forget and forgive and change and help.&lt;br /&gt;I’m begging You, please&lt;br /&gt;Make us believe&lt;br /&gt;Give us new air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, faith, faith &lt;br /&gt;Is decreasing by the minute&lt;br /&gt;Doubt, doubt , doubt&lt;br /&gt;Starts to sink in&lt;br /&gt;Pride, pride , pride&lt;br /&gt;Takes place in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sign, sign, sign&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you’ll always be there&lt;br /&gt;That you’ll listen to me&lt;br /&gt;That the shore won’t be too far&lt;br /&gt;From the sea where we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-7917121332960619094?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7917121332960619094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=7917121332960619094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7917121332960619094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7917121332960619094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/prayer-1.html' title='Prayer 1'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-8679774972593700561</id><published>2009-12-07T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:11:02.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Why You're Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You were made for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;like every climate and season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to change the tone of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to teach what you've learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even if you don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even if you're different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We  all come from the same place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We were all made the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So help me find my niche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This might be the only chance you'll get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so make a change with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So remember you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're such a beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember you're wondeful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Remember why you're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While you're here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-8679774972593700561?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8679774972593700561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=8679774972593700561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/8679774972593700561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/8679774972593700561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/remember-why-youre-here.html' title='Remember Why You&apos;re Here'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-5019310387409704896</id><published>2009-10-12T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:01:41.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The rich and vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;are the ones that live in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But the meek and the poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;know what to live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The rich and vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;are the ones that hide in shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but the meek and the poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;spread their wings and soar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no one dies of a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trust Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He'll guide you far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To the end from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;From Earth to the stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes it's not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are times when I think You should leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But You never leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You've never deceived me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;even though I've lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and cried and started to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You've held me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;away from danger and harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The winter has never felt this warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been sunken in Your Love and reborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyone can feel anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trust Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and He'll guide you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;even though you don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At least you'll know who to run to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The beautiful and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;live everlasting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The loving and wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;live everlasting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-5019310387409704896?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5019310387409704896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=5019310387409704896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5019310387409704896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5019310387409704896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultimate-guide.html' title='The Ultimate Guide'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-5349568248486385552</id><published>2009-08-23T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:44:47.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We All Live Life</title><content type='html'>When your friend dies.&lt;br /&gt;When your brother's lost.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun sets.&lt;br /&gt;When the snow melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When war uprises.&lt;br /&gt;When soldiers got their guns.&lt;br /&gt;When the people say no.&lt;br /&gt;When the slaves are let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all feel it.&lt;br /&gt;We all see it.&lt;br /&gt;It's something about being human.&lt;br /&gt;We all know it.&lt;br /&gt;We all take it.&lt;br /&gt;It's something about being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world shakes.&lt;br /&gt;When the rain drops--&lt;br /&gt;your face gets wet.&lt;br /&gt;Are you crying or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars come ablaze&lt;br /&gt;When a mother gives birth.&lt;br /&gt;When lovers make love.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun stretches its rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you touch my skin.&lt;br /&gt;When wine thins my blood.&lt;br /&gt;When you say you love me,&lt;br /&gt;you've created a heaven for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all feel it.&lt;br /&gt;We all see it.&lt;br /&gt;It's something about being human.&lt;br /&gt;We all know it.&lt;br /&gt;We all want it.&lt;br /&gt;It's something about being alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-5349568248486385552?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5349568248486385552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=5349568248486385552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5349568248486385552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5349568248486385552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-all-live-life.html' title='We All Live Life'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-4079632652264972329</id><published>2009-04-06T20:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:33:30.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have to wake up to this?&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you&lt;br /&gt;And the survivors and victims&lt;br /&gt;Why does Nature have a hit list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m just mad and angry&lt;br /&gt;To ever question the powers that be.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just sad and sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just searching, searching&lt;br /&gt;For the questions&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless the answers and solutions And now&lt;br /&gt;We’re all learning, learning&lt;br /&gt;From the lessons nevertheless taking the test&lt;br /&gt;What a shame we never knew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found you minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;So glad you’re alive and fine.&lt;br /&gt;Hate to see your world crash from a tremor&lt;br /&gt;In 20 seconds time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’re just distorted and confused.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you scarred facing the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re just searching, searching&lt;br /&gt;For the remains&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless the causes and strains&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;We’re all learning, learning&lt;br /&gt;From the lessons nevertheless taking the test&lt;br /&gt;What a shame we never knew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna cry too?&lt;br /&gt;Right now we all want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;We all want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wipe your face dry and lift your head up high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per le vittime del terremoto in L'Aquila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-4079632652264972329?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4079632652264972329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=4079632652264972329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4079632652264972329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4079632652264972329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-morning-i-woke-up-why-did-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-2695006198586496269</id><published>2009-02-04T18:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:50:09.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We’re so perfect&lt;br /&gt;We’re invincible&lt;br /&gt;That’s what they see&lt;br /&gt;That’s how they see&lt;br /&gt;you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I’m funny&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I’m the joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And they just poke&lt;br /&gt;fun at me.&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be a genius&lt;br /&gt;But you’re stupid cuz&lt;br /&gt;You believe in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We’re such a perfect couple&lt;br /&gt;We’re the perfect misfits&lt;br /&gt;We need each other&lt;br /&gt;We’re so dependent.&lt;br /&gt;We’re now in the perfect trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And We can’t escape it&lt;br /&gt;We’re the perfect pair&lt;br /&gt;If the shoes would fit&lt;br /&gt;We’ve committed the perfect crime&lt;br /&gt;And we’re the perfect victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How’s it on your side?&lt;br /&gt;Have you been swallowed by your pride&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just trying to hide?&lt;br /&gt;There’re only so many places you can go&lt;br /&gt;There’re only so many people you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could do it again&lt;br /&gt;You know, be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-2695006198586496269?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2695006198586496269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=2695006198586496269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/2695006198586496269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/2695006198586496269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-song.html' title='The Perfect Song'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-7620967653889521432</id><published>2009-01-14T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:24:14.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losers Never Win</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder who I'm talking to. It feels like I'm talking to a brick wall&lt;br /&gt;but the wall has blue eyes and sleek brown hair and an accent that I can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder where my love is going. It feels like it's going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;but the place is somewhere up north in a huge city about 5,000 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, but I'm always dreaming, and I never think&lt;br /&gt;before I leap. 'Cause being careful is for losers&lt;br /&gt;and losers never win but always lose&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never listen to what I say. The words just float away into the space, between us.&lt;br /&gt;You never count your blessings.Maybe the angels are wasting their time&lt;br /&gt;trying to get through yout crowded mind of thoughts that are lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you see the obvious but you're always blind to what's within&lt;br /&gt;and you never look before you leap&lt;br /&gt;Cause considering danger is for losers&lt;br /&gt;and losers never win but always lose&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always joke around but the joke becomes the sad truth&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is we're both miserable as hell.&lt;br /&gt;We always take life lightly like a feather floating through the air&lt;br /&gt;and we don't care where it'll land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes we're happy&lt;br /&gt;but we're always laughing&lt;br /&gt;And we never take heed before we leap&lt;br /&gt;Cause listening is for losers and losers never win&lt;br /&gt;but always lose and sometimes we do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-7620967653889521432?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7620967653889521432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=7620967653889521432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7620967653889521432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7620967653889521432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/losers-never-win.html' title='Losers Never Win'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-9132909968728610547</id><published>2008-12-12T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:52:52.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>This year was such a ride.&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;I got away with so many lies&lt;br /&gt;but all I wanted was to be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;The moments were hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;And where will this road lead?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully to somewhere I don't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't imagine my life without you&lt;br /&gt;but with you, it feels like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;You've tamed me to do what you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;and you've set me free.&lt;br /&gt;Are there any words to express how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz sometimes I think your voice isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;And all of those times I've wanted to change your life,&lt;br /&gt;the day that I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;you changed mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay mad at you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart wouldn't be happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it does good to miss you,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm miserable cuz you're the only thing I lack.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it hurts when you want what you can't have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was such an experience.&lt;br /&gt;There were times when it didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Day in and day out, we felt so intense.&lt;br /&gt;But next year, I promise it'll be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-9132909968728610547?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9132909968728610547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=9132909968728610547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/9132909968728610547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/9132909968728610547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-7025516964982774370</id><published>2008-11-13T20:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:24:20.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because We're Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have to love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we're human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have to fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we're human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because we're human,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we're natural beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We want to know everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but we learn one way only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there's only some much we can begin to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because we're human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have to discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have to discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cure and recover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;why we're human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have to analyze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we have to analyze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;why we live such complex lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;because we're human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because we're human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We can be self destructive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and reluctant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We're a nuisance to the universal plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Only because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We're human!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-7025516964982774370?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7025516964982774370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=7025516964982774370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7025516964982774370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7025516964982774370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-were-human.html' title='Because We&apos;re Human'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-6328003072060990763</id><published>2008-10-19T20:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:08:50.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Holding Hands (revised 2008)</title><content type='html'>I don't want to worry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to know me for sure.&lt;br /&gt;The door's open.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I hate holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you will leave me.&lt;br /&gt;I won't hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hate holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that hands will never hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've touched before.&lt;br /&gt;It was magic,&lt;br /&gt;but how tragic,&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we've ever cross the street&lt;br /&gt;the cars would've run over me&lt;br /&gt;and my heart&lt;br /&gt;fell apart&lt;br /&gt;And all you did was say that you're sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers are slipping.&lt;br /&gt;They're always slipping.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is drifting.&lt;br /&gt;You're not listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands will never hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Hands will never hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Your trust will never hold me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-6328003072060990763?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6328003072060990763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=6328003072060990763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/6328003072060990763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/6328003072060990763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-holding-hands-revised-2008.html' title='I Hate Holding Hands (revised 2008)'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-5774475888919087552</id><published>2008-09-21T10:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:11:49.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life's moving so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can hardly keep up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I thought that that love would last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but he said he's had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's only been a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when I ran into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hope this is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's so close together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the truth and the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;losing the people I find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We're so close together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's so hard to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that you're all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The doors seemed to be closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but they were wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ready for me to dream and hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for something that God had chosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now I look in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and I see myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reflections are much clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;since he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it's so close together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and being happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wanting to cry then laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We're so close together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's an inner peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I breathe air that's fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You're all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-5774475888919087552?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5774475888919087552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=5774475888919087552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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change.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be the same&lt;br /&gt;in the name&lt;br /&gt;in the name of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change me.&lt;br /&gt;Mold me&lt;br /&gt;into whatever You want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;My life is yours.&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;The angels in heaven rejoice...&lt;br /&gt;Get the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is now pure.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is sure&lt;br /&gt;that I can move on&lt;br /&gt;and not linger along.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sing a new song&lt;br /&gt;in the name&lt;br /&gt;in the name of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-5719339616898713661?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5719339616898713661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Wine</title><content type='html'>Beer makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;queazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like whenever you leave me,&lt;br /&gt;but wine makes me high&lt;br /&gt;like when you take me to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky&lt;br /&gt;is mine&lt;br /&gt;tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer is toxic to my blood&lt;br /&gt;like the last time I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God,&lt;br /&gt;I threw up!&lt;br /&gt;But wine is so close and sincere&lt;br /&gt;like whenever I have you near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to fear,&lt;br /&gt;it appears.&lt;br /&gt;The coast is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night,&lt;br /&gt;I drank and drank&lt;br /&gt;my heart out&lt;br /&gt;with your love.&lt;br /&gt;It was so good!&lt;br /&gt;So tonight,&lt;br /&gt;let's get drunk&lt;br /&gt;in love.&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;like when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;Wine rocks me to sleep like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's concrete like stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on tomorrows' mornings&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up to you&lt;br /&gt;as I see the sun's light.&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember you&lt;br /&gt;and the nights of beer &amp;amp; wine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-7545277600972405126?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7545277600972405126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=7545277600972405126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7545277600972405126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; never bit the apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look at what's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Everyone has&lt;/span&gt; stopped laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause the joke isn't funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go on ahead &amp;amp; do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you're not to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all of our faults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed into one vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that God gives us another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't stand the heat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then get out of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of hell and fly to heaven--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust to dust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashes to ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is a man is a mind full of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a crow above in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the bird down no matter how high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love prevails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hate has&lt;/span&gt; had its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we have another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-3355761374868637129?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3355761374868637129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Favorite Color</title><content type='html'>I stared at the sky for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I wished upon the Northern Star to see you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'd have wings this time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your shadow would come up my street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd know your eyes anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;That zealous color God put there.&lt;br /&gt;All of the world has seen it&lt;br /&gt;and heaven can't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for a while&lt;br /&gt;because after I realized your significance,&lt;br /&gt;you were gone to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;I was only a child,&lt;br /&gt;full of innocence,&lt;br /&gt;but I regret those years that went to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd know your smile anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;That wonderful expression none can compare.&lt;br /&gt;All the world has forgottten it&lt;br /&gt;but you wouldn't be the golden sun without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to forget you for a while,&lt;br /&gt;but you keeping haunting me,&lt;br /&gt;even now.&lt;br /&gt;But I could never learn to hate you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color, blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-8834212693807958457?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8834212693807958457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=8834212693807958457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/8834212693807958457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/8834212693807958457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-favorite-color.html' title='My Favorite Color'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-8912237053609700555</id><published>2008-03-24T17:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:04:04.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Possessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You say you can read my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, I believe you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it's not so hard to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You say you can touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;with just one hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It can't be that high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or too far from the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dreams and nightmares are all in the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love and hate share the same thin line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Men and women are of the same kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life and death both depend on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And sometimes there's no way to decipher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes you have to suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes worst is better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'cause there's no way you can get lower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Live &amp;amp; learn how to be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but space is between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's no definite reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dreams and nightmares are all in the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love and hate share the same thin line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Men and women are from the same kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life and death both depend on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I believe you're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We could all be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but wisdom comes along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now we're where we belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You say you know my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, I believe you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'cause a whole is nothing but a bunch of parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;like me and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You say you can have me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, I believe it's our fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Our destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You can do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;whatever it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Power is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-8912237053609700555?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8912237053609700555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=8912237053609700555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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treasure is silver &amp;amp; gold.&lt;br /&gt;Not all gardens have a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Not all stars are visible to the eye.&lt;br /&gt;Not all answers satisfy why.&lt;br /&gt;Not all words are able to be told.&lt;br /&gt;Not all feelings can be shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But with love anything is possible,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-4887529943793546223?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4887529943793546223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=4887529943793546223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4887529943793546223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4887529943793546223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-my-mom.html' title='For my mom...'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-8097990976973769410</id><published>2008-01-30T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:10:25.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Pain</title><content type='html'>Pain is just an emotion&lt;br /&gt;riding on the locomotive&lt;br /&gt;of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Pain is just a feeling&lt;br /&gt;that I keep concealing&lt;br /&gt;cause of my pride inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with you,&lt;br /&gt;I've opened up&lt;br /&gt;all of the windows that have been shut.&lt;br /&gt;With you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;to say what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;My words have become my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause...&lt;br /&gt;Pain is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Pain is only something&lt;br /&gt;when you've tried &amp;amp; tried&lt;br /&gt;and have been pushed away.&lt;br /&gt;Pain is non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;Pain is only what it is&lt;br /&gt;when you've cried &amp;amp; died&lt;br /&gt;and have been buried in a grave...&lt;br /&gt;Love is the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a synonym&lt;br /&gt;for when you want to be with them&lt;br /&gt;just because.&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a four-lettered word.&lt;br /&gt;Something said or something heard&lt;br /&gt;when you don't know what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I can't live without you;&lt;br /&gt;it's not a lie.&lt;br /&gt;(It's the God honest truth.)&lt;br /&gt;That's my policy.&lt;br /&gt;Just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, do you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;Love and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun and rain,&lt;br /&gt;they can always change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Love is only something&lt;br /&gt;when you've tried and tried&lt;br /&gt;and have been pushed away&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Love is just the way it is&lt;br /&gt;when you've cried and cried&lt;br /&gt;and they still walk away!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-8097990976973769410?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8097990976973769410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=8097990976973769410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/8097990976973769410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/8097990976973769410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-pain.html' title='Love &amp; Pain'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-5788640354670740184</id><published>2007-12-24T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:56:23.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've spent all of this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;searching myself, drawing a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that I will soon cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I keep dreaming everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hoping that you'll come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and take me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Let's get up and run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But it's all in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cause you just don't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's always tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's always another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to erase my mistakes and start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm trying so hard to make you understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's always tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll never run out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to cry and beg and feel sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll do anything to make you mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I feel so frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to raise my head and scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You say, " What do you mean?"-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Life's so complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's staring you in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What more will it take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for you to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even if they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that tomorrow's only a day away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I still want you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why can't it be today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-5788640354670740184?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5788640354670740184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=5788640354670740184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5788640354670740184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5788640354670740184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-always-tomorrow.html' title='There&apos;s Always Tomorrow'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-3638490621985262552</id><published>2007-08-25T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:06:43.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy, My Friend</title><content type='html'>I see the people walking.&lt;br /&gt;The happy faces they have.&lt;br /&gt;They say I should laugh,&lt;br /&gt;but what is so funny, may I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes melancholy is good.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes tears can wipe away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;It´s best with a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's best not to look.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it´s nice to lay insane.&lt;br /&gt;It´s best with a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the children playing.&lt;br /&gt;The innocence they possess.&lt;br /&gt;They ask why am I waiting&lt;br /&gt;but it´s something they'll never get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes melancholy is good.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes tears can wipe away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;It´s best with a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's best not to look.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it´s nice to lay insane.&lt;br /&gt;It´s best with a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;and I grow tired&lt;br /&gt;of the flames and the fires.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to reach higher,&lt;br /&gt;but falling is my desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes happiness is good.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes joy can wipe away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's best not to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's best not to get hooked.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it´s nice to get away&lt;br /&gt;and leave a friend like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-3638490621985262552?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3638490621985262552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=3638490621985262552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/3638490621985262552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/3638490621985262552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/melancholy-my-friend.html' title='Melancholy, My Friend'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-3843304170047603286</id><published>2007-07-17T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:30:29.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your Honor,&lt;br /&gt;may I approach the bench?&lt;br /&gt;I Don't want to make this any harder.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, he's innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let him go.&lt;br /&gt;It's me you want.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that all I wanted was love,&lt;br /&gt;a desire that hurted me so-&lt;br /&gt;my heart should be the one locked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My defendent,&lt;br /&gt;How can I apologize?&lt;br /&gt;We were fine as friends.&lt;br /&gt;Now our friendship is jepordized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because of me,&lt;br /&gt;you give a face that's undesirable to see.&lt;br /&gt;A haunting expression-&lt;br /&gt;I've learned my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let him go.&lt;br /&gt;It's me you want.&lt;br /&gt;We've gone as far as we were to go.&lt;br /&gt;The ride was more than I dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;A desire that soothed me so&lt;br /&gt;My heart should be locked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's such a crime-&lt;br /&gt;all of the time&lt;br /&gt;that we spent together&lt;br /&gt;was gone in a drop of a dime.&lt;br /&gt;but you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;always and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I´m letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;It's me that you didn't want.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that all I wanted was love-&lt;br /&gt;a desire that inprisoned me so&lt;br /&gt;but my heart has given up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OH, my love,&lt;br /&gt;I've given up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-3843304170047603286?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3843304170047603286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=3843304170047603286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/3843304170047603286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/3843304170047603286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-plea.html' title='My Plea'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-4667615003446581829</id><published>2007-06-18T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:39:29.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Long</title><content type='html'>This isn't normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never cried before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over something as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a boy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yet, now I'm crying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears roll down like memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all day &amp; night, it was just you &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I'll ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haunt me in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to where I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love I have inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too crazy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt hopeless before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dependent on this drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that soothes me like a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I only want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haunt me in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to where I can't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until you give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love so passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never waited this long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to wait this long-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now you're gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-4667615003446581829?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4667615003446581829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=4667615003446581829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4667615003446581829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4667615003446581829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-isnt-normal.html' title='Too Long'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-9125801429185011379</id><published>2007-06-12T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:46:01.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accident (I Thought We Weren't Going)</title><content type='html'>A Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;it feels too good and so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get into the car.&lt;br /&gt;A few mintues and we've traveled so far&lt;br /&gt;to only God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me&lt;br /&gt;everything I wish to hear&lt;br /&gt;You grab the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;You change speeds&lt;br /&gt;The adrenaline of fear.&lt;br /&gt;You're in the wrong gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we weren't going.&lt;br /&gt;I though it was just only&lt;br /&gt;one little kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it'd be like this.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we weren't going there.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;But foolish me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see....it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flashing lights&lt;br /&gt;of every fight&lt;br /&gt;that made the night&lt;br /&gt;a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the light turns red then green,&lt;br /&gt;I ask, "Why the hell you did this to me?"&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;especially when you try to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're falling, we're falling&lt;br /&gt;off the bridge&lt;br /&gt;and into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to the city.&lt;br /&gt;We're now holding onto our lives&lt;br /&gt;desperately.&lt;br /&gt;But before we die,&lt;br /&gt;there's just one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we weren't going.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just only&lt;br /&gt;one little kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it'd be like this.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we weren't going there.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said you didn't care,&lt;br /&gt;but foolish me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was just only&lt;br /&gt;one little kiss&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it'd be like this.&lt;br /&gt;Now we've made it there&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;But foolish me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-9125801429185011379?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9125801429185011379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=9125801429185011379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/9125801429185011379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/9125801429185011379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-thought-we-werent-going.html' title='The Accident (I Thought We Weren&apos;t Going)'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-7954364389989792150</id><published>2007-06-06T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:42:45.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cain &amp; Abel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We've come here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's just the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Two brothers so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and just only one gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The sky's getting darker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;blowing sharper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;upon my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is the world coming to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Abel, how can Cain do this to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Two sides clashing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the world splits in two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Human harmony is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now what can we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We're gathered here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6 billion boys and girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They panic in a fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of the destruction of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They rapidly disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A universal holocaust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but to them, it's never clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that they're the cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The day is getting dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and the night starts to fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Machines, deadly and grim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;are the sources to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, are you not your brother´s keeper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's no way you can leave him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;over a senseless fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There're no questions why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's just not right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-7954364389989792150?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7954364389989792150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=7954364389989792150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7954364389989792150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/7954364389989792150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/06/cain-abel.html' title='Cain &amp; Abel'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-4949037761827152307</id><published>2007-05-12T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:34:33.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the Sky Breaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To soothe the pain &amp;amp; memories.&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine of a thousand places where I'd want to be-&lt;br /&gt;only with you.&lt;br /&gt;How about Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;I will dream of you&lt;br /&gt;and never wake&lt;br /&gt;until the sky breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would change my life&lt;br /&gt;just to see your face again.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give up the fight for time&lt;br /&gt;just to be with you, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;I know you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;pray every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose my sanity for once.&lt;br /&gt;There are a thousand thoughts to chose from&lt;br /&gt;only about you.&lt;br /&gt;How about just one?&lt;br /&gt;I will break the rules&lt;br /&gt;and never promise a swear (again)&lt;br /&gt;until the sky breaks (in the end)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you listen.&lt;br /&gt;I pray.&lt;br /&gt;I you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;until the sky breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-4949037761827152307?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4949037761827152307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=4949037761827152307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4949037761827152307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4949037761827152307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/until-sky-breaks.html' title='Until the Sky Breaks'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-5405681600767940775</id><published>2007-05-01T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:34:27.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't come up with anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to explain&lt;br /&gt;what happened on that day.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if the feelings will eventually fade away;&lt;br /&gt;most likely they'll stand on a reason to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is cry.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is ask why.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is feel the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;from losing you, from losing you,&lt;br /&gt;unless there's something more that you want us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't come up with an answer.&lt;br /&gt;We're just putting the pieces together&lt;br /&gt;to figure out this mystery&lt;br /&gt;of a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is try.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is have the notion to fight&lt;br /&gt;from losing you, from losing you,&lt;br /&gt;unless there's something more that you want us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go up&lt;br /&gt;to greet the sun.&lt;br /&gt;If we had pleaded enough&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't have left so soon.&lt;br /&gt;But what could you have done?&lt;br /&gt;What can we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we don't&lt;br /&gt;want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;We loved you so.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;how this will affect me and the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the victims of the Virginia Tech massacre. God bless and we'll never forget you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-5405681600767940775?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5405681600767940775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=5405681600767940775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5405681600767940775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5405681600767940775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-havent-come-up-with-anything-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-2985980741612995400</id><published>2007-04-02T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:41:16.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I start out with one foot in the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm ready to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I don't want to see you anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you can believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I scream out loud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hoping someone will hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause you've held me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;long enough to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm surprised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you've given me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for a few last words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to break out and be free like a bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I've flown down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was too late for me to turn around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I never fel to realize it until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the car came speeding still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now I'm road kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your love feels like road kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish I could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to help myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe to save my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and be my own help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and maybe end up with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I'm trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause you've loved me so long like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So tell me what you want me to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-2985980741612995400?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2985980741612995400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=2985980741612995400' title='0 Comments'/><link 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of giving.&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over you,&lt;br /&gt;but the best thing to do&lt;br /&gt;is try to make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get up&lt;br /&gt;and face my doom.&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;when the world is hushed up.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel out of luck&lt;br /&gt;Cause I always lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days go by&lt;br /&gt;and I've only progressed so far&lt;br /&gt;And, please don't ask for the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think I've known it from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause no matter what I say&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over the fact&lt;br /&gt;that everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;except what I lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people have someone&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not one.&lt;br /&gt;Love's no fun&lt;br /&gt;when you can't turn around and see a face shine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyday I feel like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-5914079045053327041?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5914079045053327041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=5914079045053327041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5914079045053327041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/5914079045053327041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-always-lose.html' title='I Always Lose'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-4309720987493433327</id><published>2007-03-24T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:20:23.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell of a World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;He strapped a bomb to himself&lt;br /&gt;whether to die alone or to kill someone else.&lt;br /&gt;This place looks worst than hell.&lt;br /&gt;Are we already there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cars are moving no more.&lt;br /&gt;Pause for a moment for us to mourn.&lt;br /&gt;And his mother's heart is torn... as well.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, are we already there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;No one is hearing&lt;br /&gt;what I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and wanting&lt;br /&gt;for this hell to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;The burning flames of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step out into a cruel world&lt;br /&gt;never unexpecting to get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;while seeing the boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;blossoming in this quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can hear me screaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but they drown out the meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Only trust deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when they can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And the world is like a laser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gleaming through the holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And its heartbeat is pounding faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's just trying to save our souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-4309720987493433327?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4309720987493433327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=4309720987493433327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4309720987493433327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/4309720987493433327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/03/hell-of-world.html' title='Hell of a World'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-8210123992353815882</id><published>2007-02-27T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:04:24.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farewell to the 2007 Class</title><content type='html'>I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;that this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;One more year&lt;br /&gt;and you're out of here-&lt;br /&gt;you're out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;that this the end.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to say goodbye to you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;A sacrifice-&lt;br /&gt;I could lose my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;that you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with me through everything.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the path was hard to see,&lt;br /&gt;you gave me what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I won't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-8210123992353815882?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8210123992353815882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=8210123992353815882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/8210123992353815882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/8210123992353815882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/02/farewell-to-2007-class.html' title='A Farewell to the 2007 Class'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-117089357570587148</id><published>2007-02-07T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:30:57.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's 2007</title><content type='html'>And your love is like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;never ending&lt;/span&gt; flame&lt;br /&gt;that melts the candle within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;How that I don't feel shame&lt;br /&gt;when you whisper my name&lt;br /&gt;as we lay in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for this blessing to know you&lt;br /&gt;even if it's only been a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;And all I want to do is hold you&lt;br /&gt;and I want to show you&lt;br /&gt;that the way I feel about you is deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have a chance&lt;br /&gt;to let you see how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;and to take your gentle hand&lt;br /&gt;and to feel the real meaning of romance&lt;br /&gt;on some impassioned Italian night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if kissing be it,&lt;br /&gt;the magic that sparked it all,&lt;br /&gt;that gives us this happiness&lt;br /&gt;and makes the candle lit&lt;br /&gt;and rekindle us if we fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-117089357570587148?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/117089357570587148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=117089357570587148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/117089357570587148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/117089357570587148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-doors-shouldnt-be-opened.html' title='Valentine&apos;s 2007'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-116805298435025905</id><published>2007-01-05T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:12:55.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Miss the Most</title><content type='html'>How often will you do this?&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was another year,&lt;br /&gt;another kiss&lt;br /&gt;from you.&lt;br /&gt;Now what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I miss the most&lt;br /&gt;is the way you used to look in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And the times you'd hold me close&lt;br /&gt;all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;And what I hate the most&lt;br /&gt;is everytime I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why'd we have to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will you keep me up&lt;br /&gt;on top of the highest pedestal?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I suffered enough?&lt;br /&gt;But you still won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;You still won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I miss the most&lt;br /&gt;is the way you used to look in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And the times you'd hold me close&lt;br /&gt;all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;And what I hate the most&lt;br /&gt;is everytime I cry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Why'd we have to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;Has got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,oh,oh,oh&lt;br /&gt;All that I need.&lt;br /&gt;is you....&lt;br /&gt;is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-116805298435025905?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116805298435025905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=116805298435025905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116805298435025905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116805298435025905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-i-miss-most.html' title='What I Miss the Most'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-116623876220315790</id><published>2006-12-15T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:21:35.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never</title><content type='html'>If you keep coming around,&lt;br /&gt;it´ll be more difficult to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;If I had known all that I know now&lt;br /&gt;I would´ve been more sensible and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never expect to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;You never want to say good night.&lt;br /&gt;You never think that you would.&lt;br /&gt;You never expect to wake up at night&lt;br /&gt;and find that they´ve left your side.&lt;br /&gt;You never want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause they´ve been so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,oh&lt;br /&gt;if you could help me see&lt;br /&gt;where I went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not sure exactly&lt;br /&gt;where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you haunt me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;but make a beautiful sleep for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never want to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;You never want to cry&lt;br /&gt;cause you never want to lie...&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to know&lt;br /&gt;I never want to let go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never knew you loved me so...&lt;br /&gt;tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never,&lt;br /&gt;you never&lt;br /&gt;told me where you'd be&lt;br /&gt;when you'd leave.&lt;br /&gt;You never&lt;br /&gt;you never&lt;br /&gt;told me&lt;br /&gt;if I would see...&lt;br /&gt;you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-116623876220315790?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116623876220315790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=116623876220315790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116623876220315790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116623876220315790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-never.html' title='You Never'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-116398416140393769</id><published>2006-11-19T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:43:28.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What About Them?</title><content type='html'>Hey, what can I say&lt;br /&gt;if they won't listen?&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;It's our business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change their minds&lt;br /&gt;(even if I try).&lt;br /&gt;How can I make them see the light&lt;br /&gt;(if it doesn't shine)?&lt;br /&gt;I'm about myself and what's mine.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the rest of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about them?&lt;br /&gt;They're hanging on the end of a limb.&lt;br /&gt;How cruel we've all been.&lt;br /&gt;What message are we trying to send?&lt;br /&gt;Think about the children.&lt;br /&gt;(Their chances are growing slim.)&lt;br /&gt;What about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're growing so&lt;br /&gt;before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to let go,&lt;br /&gt;but soon you'll have to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;You can't start a fire&lt;br /&gt;(without a flame).&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't have a desire&lt;br /&gt;(it'll stay the same)&lt;br /&gt;And you aren't the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;And you aren't the one to be shamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about them?&lt;br /&gt;They're hanging on the end of a limb.&lt;br /&gt;How cruel we've all been.&lt;br /&gt;What message are we trying to send?&lt;br /&gt;(Their chances are growing slim.)&lt;br /&gt;What about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what else is there to say?&lt;br /&gt;What else can I do today?&lt;br /&gt;This is a dangerous game we're trying to play.&lt;br /&gt;We're lost in the dark and don't know our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-116398416140393769?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116398416140393769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=116398416140393769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116398416140393769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116398416140393769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-about-them.html' title='What About Them?'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-116311880145510584</id><published>2006-11-09T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:33:21.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID KISSES</title><content type='html'>Why does the best always happen to her?&lt;br /&gt;Is she life's favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I forget this?&lt;br /&gt;All it was was a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why don't you listen?&lt;br /&gt;You're too busy to even pay attention!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;why did you give in?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too stubborn to get it.&lt;br /&gt;They're playing around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;All of these stupid kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown so mad&lt;br /&gt;ever since I realized you're not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have to blame you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just stuck and don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God I wish I knew the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why don't you listen?&lt;br /&gt;You're too busy to even pay attention!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;why did you give in?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too stubborn to get it.&lt;br /&gt;They're playing around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;All of those stupid kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you,&lt;br /&gt;I see my life slip by.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;And be your type.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've committed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd be mine-&lt;br /&gt;All mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why didn't I listen?&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy to even pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;I ask,&lt;br /&gt;why did I give in?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too stubborn to get it.&lt;br /&gt;All of these stupid kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Have got me thinking about all you've said.&lt;br /&gt;They're playing around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;And I could have been the one getting all of these...&lt;br /&gt;precious kisses instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-116311880145510584?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116311880145510584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=116311880145510584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116311880145510584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116311880145510584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/11/stupid-kisses.html' title='STUPID KISSES'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-116214144038705458</id><published>2006-10-29T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:04:00.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Personal</title><content type='html'>Too much going on.&lt;br /&gt;How can we stay strong?&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of this song&lt;br /&gt;if you get the interpretation wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much "he said, she said".&lt;br /&gt;I think about it while laying in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them together makes me sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;I wish he loved me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confused from the past.&lt;br /&gt;How long will this last?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm a step ahead and going too fast.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have my hopes up too high for anyone to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too hard on you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too embarrassed to come to You.&lt;br /&gt;Just help me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how I need You.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how bad I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So personal,&lt;br /&gt;so personal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be careful&lt;br /&gt;not to blow my cover.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't want to know what's up under.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-116214144038705458?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116214144038705458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=116214144038705458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116214144038705458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/116214144038705458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-personal.html' title='So Personal'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-116172849158520332</id><published>2006-10-24T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:21:31.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping It Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Try hard as we might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Try not to start a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cause I can't control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lost in a confusing light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just one slash of a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;can be my source of harm or help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Keeping it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;can be one of the hardest things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When we're together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whenever I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My little piece of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;has fallen through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh,oh,oh,oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just keeping it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;has no chance of being soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Try hard as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Try not to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can only do what I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But my mind is a boat without a sail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've gone crazy, can't you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tell me, do you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think I'm gonna go crazy (one of these days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think I'm gonna go crazy (totally insane).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think I'm gonna go crazy (lost forever).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think I'm gonna go crazy (tryna keep it together)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-115603468258173204</id><published>2006-08-19T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:44:42.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Bullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By the bullet.&lt;br /&gt;By the gun.&lt;br /&gt;You're so full of it-&lt;br /&gt;the light of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;but you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;when all that's killing me is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And you're running&lt;br /&gt;and leaving me behind.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known from the start.&lt;br /&gt;But love is so cunning.&lt;br /&gt;And it's left me to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love feeling this way,&lt;br /&gt;but I never thought to say.&lt;br /&gt;It would be more than just okay&lt;br /&gt;if I could have you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die (in this dark room).&lt;br /&gt;Lie (without you)&lt;br /&gt;Why (must I go through)&lt;br /&gt;...This alone....&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the bullet&lt;br /&gt;By the gun.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Why'd we have to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-115603468258173204?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115603468258173204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=115603468258173204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/115603468258173204'/><link 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looking out of the window&lt;br /&gt;hoping to find an answer.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love you so?&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can't get over.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,'cause I need you so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I'm never happy.&lt;br /&gt;And it's something I can't get over.&lt;br /&gt;It's something I won't get over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've gone our seperate ways,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing good to look for anyway.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you try to say,&lt;br /&gt;without you, I can't be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it hurts inside to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;To have to depend to survive on your own.&lt;br /&gt;Without your one true love to consol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here watching my life go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's somethig I won't get over. (No matter how hard I try)&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can't get over. (Not even with all my might.)&lt;br /&gt;It's something I won't get over. (This feeling I have inside.)&lt;br /&gt;And it won't be over 'til the day I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-115128381017191242?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115128381017191242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=115128381017191242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/115128381017191242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/115128381017191242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-i-cant-get-over.html' title='Something I Can&apos;t Get Over'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-114567225334708371</id><published>2006-04-21T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:17:33.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After Last July</title><content type='html'>All I have is the voice&lt;br /&gt;to remember her by&lt;br /&gt;and the visions of her smile&lt;br /&gt;in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;"Just let it go"&lt;br /&gt;That's what everybody says,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that easy always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say she's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;What would she say?&lt;br /&gt;Why, everyday, do I act this way?&lt;br /&gt;She flows through my blood inside.&lt;br /&gt;Let's say she's still here.&lt;br /&gt;What would she do?&lt;br /&gt;Would she wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;and ease my fears?&lt;br /&gt;And she beats in my heart inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been 9 months&lt;br /&gt;since I kissed her hand&lt;br /&gt;and felt her skin.&lt;br /&gt;But it's been fun&lt;br /&gt;to cherish all the moments within.&lt;br /&gt;Just let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I try to do everyday,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I try to have her wake,&lt;br /&gt;but she still lays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have are the memories&lt;br /&gt;that we shared.&lt;br /&gt;And they let me know she cared.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't dwell",&lt;br /&gt;that's what she says,&lt;br /&gt;but we both know well,&lt;br /&gt;it won't be the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, it won't be the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-114567225334708371?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114567225334708371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=114567225334708371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114567225334708371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114567225334708371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-last-july.html' title='After Last July'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-114333341134983624</id><published>2006-03-25T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:51:23.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spero Stai Bene</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Spero stai bene.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's been so long&lt;br /&gt;too long to count the days.&lt;br /&gt;Sento la tua mancanza.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing was easy&lt;br /&gt;when I was with you.&lt;br /&gt;Living, instead of grieving-&lt;br /&gt;Now what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;Ora che cosa faccio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here.&lt;br /&gt;in lonely, empty world.&lt;br /&gt;It's more quiet than before.&lt;br /&gt;Il sole e le stelle&lt;br /&gt;watch over me&lt;br /&gt;when I sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming was easy&lt;br /&gt;when you were here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing was intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;Now what memories can I keep?&lt;br /&gt;Ora che cosa faccio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, somewhere, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there, you take care.&lt;br /&gt;I'll rest on your arm.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are well.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-114333341134983624?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114333341134983624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=114333341134983624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114333341134983624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114333341134983624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/spero-stai-bene.html' title='Spero Stai Bene'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-114264948097698010</id><published>2006-03-17T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:38:01.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Butterflies</title><content type='html'>A little girl,&lt;br /&gt;no more than 6 years old,&lt;br /&gt;stands out in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;Blowing dandilions,&lt;br /&gt;sipping honey suckles,&lt;br /&gt;dealing with all the time she's got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she likes catching butterflies in her net.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks you're the sun in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;or the gold around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;She likes the color blue&lt;br /&gt;if you guessed.&lt;br /&gt;She knows more about you&lt;br /&gt;than the flowers on her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This sweet girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;with no more than lent in her hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;frolics and calls it "dancing with the air".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, I never knew her name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just played her games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and put her picture in a frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The girl who catches butterflies and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;then lets them go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It may come as a surprise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you knew she was alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Catching butterflies without a care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;in the world-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;a little girl no more than 6 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;She knows, she knows, she knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;about catching butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-114264948097698010?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114264948097698010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=114264948097698010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114264948097698010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114264948097698010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/catching-butterflies.html' title='Catching Butterflies'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-114194779076860141</id><published>2006-03-09T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:43:10.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cups</title><content type='html'>I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;How could you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a heart inside?&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;oh, babe, cause I won't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Face it, you did wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw cups fly.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of them shatter on the floor&lt;br /&gt;still plays in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and how she cried,&lt;br /&gt;when you left out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me.&lt;br /&gt;It tears between&lt;br /&gt;my emotions for you.&lt;br /&gt;I seemed so happy&lt;br /&gt;until I found out what it is that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw cups fly.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of love getting ready to die&lt;br /&gt;still shows the light&lt;br /&gt;and how she lied,&lt;br /&gt;when you said goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-114194779076860141?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114194779076860141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=114194779076860141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114194779076860141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114194779076860141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/cups.html' title='Cups'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-114149810855746756</id><published>2006-03-04T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:48:30.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night We Let Go</title><content type='html'>I was at a party with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Before it started, I knew this was the end.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;You looked up with those blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The same ones you gave me when you lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night we let go,&lt;br /&gt;I saw some things I never thought I would&lt;br /&gt;and let me know&lt;br /&gt;all I should've been told.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the night we let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a foolish mistake I made?&lt;br /&gt;Why was I so stupid of the price I paid?&lt;br /&gt;Well, things cost alot&lt;br /&gt;, but not as much as I had lost.&lt;br /&gt;Silly, how was the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked up with those blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You caught me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I should have realized.&lt;br /&gt;How dumb was I...&lt;br /&gt;on the night we let go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-114149810855746756?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114149810855746756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=114149810855746756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114149810855746756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/114149810855746756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/night-we-let-go.html' title='The Night We Let Go'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113986991948398247</id><published>2006-02-13T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:47:41.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Voices in Song</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep here&lt;br /&gt;alone in fear.&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices&lt;br /&gt;voices coming from the dark.&lt;br /&gt;They're not haunting ghosts,&lt;br /&gt;but with all the noises,&lt;br /&gt;you'd swear the most&lt;br /&gt;out of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies&lt;br /&gt;innocent babies.&lt;br /&gt;Their blood shed there,&lt;br /&gt;dead on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Precious ladies,&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't you think before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied with him.&lt;br /&gt;You tried again&lt;br /&gt;to correct all you did.&lt;br /&gt;But, there, he left&lt;br /&gt;you wallowing in your sin.&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't think then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this happened&lt;br /&gt;in just one night.&lt;br /&gt;I heard you screaming through the fight.&lt;br /&gt;You ask me why the melody&lt;br /&gt;of this song&lt;br /&gt;is so strong&lt;br /&gt;to prove you wrong&lt;br /&gt;and show the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep here.&lt;br /&gt;Alone with fear.&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices&lt;br /&gt;Deadly voices in song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113986991948398247?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113986991948398247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113986991948398247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113986991948398247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113986991948398247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/02/deadly-voices-in-song.html' title='Deadly Voices in Song'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113962633995575246</id><published>2006-02-10T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:52:19.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>Hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;take my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Walk along the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the waves split apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,oh,oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;my love, be every part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;my love, keep me here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle down low&lt;br /&gt;behold the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Guide me where you go.&lt;br /&gt;Show me who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,oh,oh,oh&lt;br /&gt;My love, be my shining light.&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;My love, I'm yours tonight.&lt;br /&gt;oh,oh,oh,oh- my love.&lt;br /&gt;oh,oh,oh,oh-my love, my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are bright&lt;br /&gt;like the sun in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;Your touch is so warm.&lt;br /&gt;Captivation; it's how it's done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113962633995575246?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113962633995575246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113962633995575246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113962633995575246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113962633995575246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113855942415765316</id><published>2006-01-29T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T13:33:49.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes (I Wanna Cry)</title><content type='html'>Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;something comes over me&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't feel too bad.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's pleasing to know you're the one I have.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;I may feel confused,&lt;br /&gt;lost without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in the blue,&lt;br /&gt;I see your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes I wanna laugh&lt;br /&gt;and think of the times.&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault that you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;my tears away.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wish we could save that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Something takes me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't seem too bad.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, by the look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;it seems dreams were all you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me.&lt;br /&gt;I can see you.&lt;br /&gt;As heaven opens up its doors,&lt;br /&gt;Angels come through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could save...&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could save...&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could save... that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113855942415765316?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113855942415765316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113855942415765316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113855942415765316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113855942415765316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-i-wanna-cry.html' title='Sometimes (I Wanna Cry)'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113753401423251099</id><published>2006-01-17T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:40:14.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She'd Love Like a Mother</title><content type='html'>Somehow you'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have scars now, but they'll burn.&lt;br /&gt;You tried to flirt with me.&lt;br /&gt;'PlayeD with my emotions dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart's broken completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why did you tell me that you were alone?&lt;br /&gt;You had us by your side.&lt;br /&gt;And why did you tell me that she went home&lt;br /&gt;and there she is outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it have been better to love her&lt;br /&gt;cause she was your lover?&lt;br /&gt;Could it have been better to mold her?&lt;br /&gt;Cause she'd love like a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd give you everything.&lt;br /&gt;She opened up her doors.&lt;br /&gt;Gave it all up of coarse.&lt;br /&gt;And you left while she was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;And here you are with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you lie to me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you lie to her.&lt;br /&gt;We can see through your eyes easily.&lt;br /&gt;You can't really heal all you hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113753401423251099?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113753401423251099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113753401423251099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113753401423251099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113753401423251099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/01/shed-love-like-mother.html' title='She&apos;d Love Like a Mother'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113753289250375262</id><published>2006-01-17T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:21:32.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Moments</title><content type='html'>'Tis all the words we used to say are all in my mind&lt;br /&gt;for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;And the way you'd call my name&lt;br /&gt;and why I came.&lt;br /&gt;It's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you've moved on to another blue life.&lt;br /&gt;and time is blue like the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Tears'd fall from your blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blue moments.&lt;br /&gt;These blue moments are all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in a room of maroon and white&lt;br /&gt;I remember what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;Millions of colors disguised in one hue.&lt;br /&gt;The blood that ran through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you've moved on to another new life.&lt;br /&gt;And time stands still like the sky.&lt;br /&gt;and the stars, below, are your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blue moments.&lt;br /&gt;These blue moments are all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another sip before you.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a kiss from you.&lt;br /&gt;And this feels like another blue...moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis all the words we used to say are all in my mind-for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blue moments, precious blue moments.&lt;br /&gt;These blue moments are all mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113753289250375262?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113753289250375262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113753289250375262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113753289250375262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113753289250375262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2006/01/blue-moments.html' title='Blue Moments'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113442198059165934</id><published>2005-12-12T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:13:00.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untrue Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometimes light is cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's best to be in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's where you wanted me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We've fallen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We've gotten up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We're lost now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with no where to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The sun's hiding from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's no light in our world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's no way we can trust...for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The rain's falling from the clouds above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And we're drowning, suffering from untrue love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You've turned blind to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You can't see me... sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I must try to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All these years of tears &amp; misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Soon after, you'll come running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and drop to your knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;begging, hoping I'll let you in again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but it'll be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113442198059165934?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113442198059165934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113442198059165934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113442198059165934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113442198059165934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/12/untrue-love.html' title='Untrue Love'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113390255948389231</id><published>2005-12-06T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:55:59.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When He Came Back To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;He'd go and come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wasn't looking&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see a thing.&lt;br /&gt;When I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;he was there creeping&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt him in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;On the coldest nights, it felt so warm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;I felt him touch my lips.&lt;br /&gt;Like I was the melody to his song.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh.&lt;br /&gt;You came back to me,&lt;br /&gt;now don't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left me&lt;br /&gt;for you,&lt;br /&gt;you'd think everything&lt;br /&gt;was said and done.&lt;br /&gt;But his lies speak like the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Once you lose, it's all you've won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was crying&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes red.&lt;br /&gt;Blood was running cold within.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I saw you laying,&lt;br /&gt;resting your head.&lt;br /&gt;Your hands upon my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he showed at my door,&lt;br /&gt;I knew my heart would fall to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;With his lovely eyes&lt;br /&gt;giving mine direction-&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't a single question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;That's how he took me again.&lt;br /&gt;When he came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;His hands upon my skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113390255948389231?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113390255948389231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113390255948389231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113390255948389231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113390255948389231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-he-came-back-to-me.html' title='When He Came Back To Me'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113209425715339365</id><published>2005-11-15T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:37:37.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful</title><content type='html'>(This is my haiku.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruitful like me, yes!&lt;br /&gt;The taste of apples and pears.&lt;br /&gt;Fruitfulness is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruitful like this, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Cherries, watermelons fresh.&lt;br /&gt;Fruitfulness feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of a new fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Papaya juice sprees out free.&lt;br /&gt;Fruitfulness tastes good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113209425715339365?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113209425715339365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113209425715339365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113209425715339365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113209425715339365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/11/fruitful.html' title='Fruitful'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113061695454133409</id><published>2005-10-29T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:15:54.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT DISTURB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Everything happens in these 4 walls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;but I can take a hammer and crash them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then you'll hear (what I scream about to tears).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then you'll know (where all pain goes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What room can I better crash than this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The one I painted with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What room can I release myself in better than this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The one that has the sign,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"DO NOT DISTURB!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I found my place in a hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I sit back and play, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;when things don't go well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then you'll believe (all of my grief).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then you'll say ("Today's not her day.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So do not disturb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;DO NOT DISTURB,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;DO NOT DISTURB me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113061695454133409?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113061695454133409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113061695454133409' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113061695454133409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113061695454133409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-not-disturb.html' title='DO NOT DISTURB'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113061589690779057</id><published>2005-10-29T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T15:58:17.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's No Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's no movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no pause or stop you can press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's no movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No recorded DVD or VHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no such thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as a movie screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What happens in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is what you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's no movie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so why pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Slow down, look down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just look around-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;things are moving in a fast pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like the only things sane now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are the creatures below our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look up, look down, look away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look up, look down, look away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look up, look down, look away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113061589690779057?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113061589690779057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113061589690779057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113061589690779057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113061589690779057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifes-no-movie.html' title='Life&apos;s No Movie'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-113060420846977348</id><published>2005-10-29T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T14:53:43.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love With Your Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oh, I'm covered up in your blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You're covered in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;And doesn't it feel good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oh, tell me, does it feel good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You hold my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I've fallen in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;But tell me, is it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Is it right, tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You're holding me tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You make my dreams take flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Try hard as a might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I dare not let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cause it's hard to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Why did I wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;All to see what you'd create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;And now it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I've fallen in love with your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'm in love with your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oh, let me cry my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;while you cry yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;They're innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;They're so innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;With the touch of your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I freeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's true. It's all too true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;You're so quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;when you whisper in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I can't deny it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;it's all too clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Morning's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The sun is rising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ever it is too lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's all too exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-113060420846977348?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/113060420846977348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=113060420846977348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113060420846977348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/113060420846977348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-love-with-your-soul.html' title='In Love With Your Soul'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-112940510948125766</id><published>2005-10-15T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:38:29.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Flew Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I remember that day.&lt;br /&gt;We both felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;It was a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I don't feel like crying,&lt;br /&gt;just laughing.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm finding&lt;br /&gt;it was just natural-&lt;br /&gt;you flew away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so natural-&lt;br /&gt;you flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;I try now, confessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Right now you're resting.&lt;br /&gt;So softly, so calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird&lt;br /&gt;you flew away.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew&lt;br /&gt;it was to happen someday.&lt;br /&gt;And it's true&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I may not feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;But it's you&lt;br /&gt;I dream of all day, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see right now you're resting.&lt;br /&gt;And confess now,&lt;br /&gt;you're a reminiscence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-112940510948125766?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/112940510948125766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=112940510948125766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/112940510948125766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/112940510948125766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-flew-away.html' title='You Flew Away'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-112940422540840082</id><published>2005-10-15T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:27:57.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritratto</title><content type='html'>She has a cool cream face.&lt;br /&gt;One that no one can replace.&lt;br /&gt;It's brought me so much disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;She has a wonderous smile.&lt;br /&gt;One that's only worth while.&lt;br /&gt;She's a Mona Lisa's child.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty is atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portrait&lt;br /&gt;She's in every painting&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci to Monet&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Portrait&lt;br /&gt;it's all I see.&lt;br /&gt;She's always in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;If only it were me.&lt;br /&gt;But you just forget my notions.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you see the portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipingi il ritratto.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando vede&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;There's too much insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the lust of Aphrodite.&lt;br /&gt;Every move is to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;The way she kisses is all you miss.&lt;br /&gt;How can love be like this.&lt;br /&gt;Lei e` sempre nella tu braccia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-112940422540840082?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/112940422540840082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=112940422540840082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/112940422540840082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/112940422540840082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/10/ritratto.html' title='Ritratto'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-112052198818882927</id><published>2005-07-04T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:06:28.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Your Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you're down and blue, I'llbe there tohold you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When there's nothing you can do, I'll be sure to help you through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's the way it could be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm your butterfly floating through your Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm your precious bird with a song to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm your helping hand when life isn't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, I'myour everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm your everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By the sea, you're lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You could use a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So if only God has an angel sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You need love and care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's the way it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's just how it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-112052198818882927?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/112052198818882927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=112052198818882927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/112052198818882927'/><link rel='self' 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Johnson. I&lt;br /&gt;love you, I miss you. &lt;em&gt;Lei e` persona bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I didn't know how much love surrounded me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The way she spoiled me tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her eyes a vivid blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The fluent German accent is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her loving ways are in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her hugs are wide like the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her skin as gentle as the rain cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Her spirit flows through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It never dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The beautiful woman is so calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;She retells the time she held me in her arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The dreams she's left for me are in my palm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Such a beautiful woman is never gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-111954309822845705?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/111954309822845705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=111954309822845705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111954309822845705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111954309822845705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/06/beautiful-woman.html' title='The Beautiful Woman'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-111610483240146357</id><published>2005-05-14T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:07:12.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You leave me hanging onto your word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;My soul is clanging on a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I've given you everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;but you're still not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;What person should I start being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;How can I stop this from happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I sing a song with no words- you're my voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I have to suffer along with your curse- I have no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I feel so numb with pain-you're my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I feel so dumb and insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;There's no more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You play games with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm waiting for the day I fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;What you have; you can't give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;If there's no air in this world; I can't live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Curses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Spells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;As you live in a heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I burn in a living hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Fir burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Can't you see, oh, baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;your love hurts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-111610483240146357?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/111610483240146357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=111610483240146357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111610483240146357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111610483240146357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/05/curse.html' title='Curse'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-111541975525976467</id><published>2005-05-06T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T18:49:15.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Capture Me</title><content type='html'>(I know this is short, but here it goes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If I could breathe into your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I could revive myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And if I could see through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I could block all the blindness of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Capture me and never let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Make me see all that you behold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have the rain outpour my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your sanity will overcome my fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm wishing you would pick up the fallen pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Capture me until my love releases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-111541975525976467?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/111541975525976467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=111541975525976467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you to know me for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The door's open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's time for me to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't want to hold your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate holding hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cause I know that will leave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I won't hold your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cause I hate holding hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Knowing that hands will never hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your fingers are slipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They're always slipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My mind is tripping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're not listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hands will never hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hands will never hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your trust will never hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-111265522902206963?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/111265522902206963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=111265522902206963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111265522902206963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111265522902206963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-holding-hands.html' title='I Hate Holding Hands'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-111126952837630492</id><published>2005-03-19T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T16:58:48.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;are in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;We kiss good night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;every part of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm a soldier, but I don't want to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;End my sorrow &amp; make me fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A touch is all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;to end my misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The light comes to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and tells me everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I need to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;before you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You don't have to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Stay and be my remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I, a slave is sold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Secrets are told through touches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;touched by an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;to be touched, my angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Through touches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Through touches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;anything can happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Through touches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Through touches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;anything can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-111126952837630492?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/111126952837630492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=111126952837630492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111126952837630492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111126952837630492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/03/touches.html' title='Touches'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-111127103380824909</id><published>2005-03-19T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T17:23:53.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Feels So Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but don't remember falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hear such a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but nobody calls me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;like a hundred years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but it's only been a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't believe this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It feels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It feels so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I dream all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;without closing my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;With my misery lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;treasure I find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My love, you never know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't breathe (this air).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't see (nothing's there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't be without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't be without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hit the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but don't remember falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hear such a sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but nobody calls me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-111127103380824909?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/111127103380824909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=111127103380824909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111127103380824909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/111127103380824909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-feels-so-real.html' title='It Feels So Real'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-110735562642624184</id><published>2005-02-02T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T09:46:32.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Standard</title><content type='html'>Just considered a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is sex.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is lust.&lt;br /&gt;Every two words are cussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;belligerence.&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;Extosy.&lt;br /&gt;Most things are ungodly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimps, sluts, and hos.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and tell.&lt;br /&gt;Young wedding bells.&lt;br /&gt;The devil offers hell&lt;br /&gt;and we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-110735562642624184?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/110735562642624184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=110735562642624184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110735562642624184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110735562642624184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/02/2005-standard.html' title='2005 Standard'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-110460318870613636</id><published>2005-01-01T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T13:13:08.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You said you'd never ever leave my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We'd be together, always forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but you lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You denied... it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're nothing but a stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You always were-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just never realized it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're nothing but a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and you're standing outside waiting to come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But you were always the sunshine in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Where did the rain come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why did the rain come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You were always the host inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're suddenly the stranger, you're now the stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-110460318870613636?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/110460318870613636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=110460318870613636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110460318870613636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110460318870613636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2005/01/stranger.html' title='Stranger'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-110210553801491490</id><published>2004-12-03T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T15:25:38.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming In Hot Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have you ever experienced life as being a sea of hot water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You were struggling and striving for your island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but it never came into view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have you ever felt like everyone was leaving you behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Like your mother didn't care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;your father acted like he wasn't there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and you were pushed into the room of tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At times you'd wish life was just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;where it didn't matter if you won or lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But life was reality and not a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;where you could just wake up and be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Did you ever see yourself drowning in hot water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Running from something (not chasing you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Not being with someone ( when you wanted to).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Not be able to do what you desire to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gasping for breath and it not coming through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But then through the steam and lost dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;comes a raft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A raft of faith, security, love, and peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you've been dying for and now have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Life doesn't have to be a miserable sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It can be a sunset at the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then you'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;swimming in hot water isn't so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-110210553801491490?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/110210553801491490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=110210553801491490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110210553801491490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110210553801491490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/12/swimming-in-hot-water.html' title='Swimming In Hot Water'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-110201874534976455</id><published>2004-12-02T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T15:19:05.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There's no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When you lift the curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you see what it's all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pretty ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lead this world to the Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wishing to be perfect-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if only  I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;someone who has it like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I want you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but I wonder if it's true-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;is this ... what I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heavy beauty is what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;makes a girl who she is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When they pass me they just stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Laughing- not caring who's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If only I could have my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is this really, is this really me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is this what I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Is this what I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No, this isn't what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-110201874534976455?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/110201874534976455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=110201874534976455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110201874534976455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110201874534976455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-i-want.html' title='What I Want'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-110090322552228321</id><published>2004-11-19T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T17:27:05.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nowhere To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've been hitting hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hoping things won't fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but here they go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;If you want the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ever since I lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you've taught me things I've never known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I'm down and full with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;will I spend another day without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Or I'll have nowhere to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When time runs out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&amp; life has left me behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I can't figure it out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;why I hurt inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My foolish play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;has left me no choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'til this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I've been wondering around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hoping things will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but I can see now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we'll just fade again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Take me somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Or I'll have nowhere to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-110090322552228321?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/110090322552228321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=110090322552228321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110090322552228321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/110090322552228321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/11/nowhere-to-go.html' title='Nowhere To Go'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109917596911048064</id><published>2004-10-30T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T18:39:29.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Erase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I could be more careful with my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I could follow rules that I couldn't break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I'd fall asleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't wake up, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I could erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that burned you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I could retrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that choked you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and broke you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109917596911048064?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109917596911048064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109917596911048064' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109917596911048064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109917596911048064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/10/erase.html' title='Erase'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109762208145411274</id><published>2004-10-12T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:01:21.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Hold Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I see someone in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;who doesn't look like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;They have brown eyes &amp; black hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;You're asking who could I possibly see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I see a girl of different colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I see a boy that loves others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So can we be together forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Let's hold hands, let's hold hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Can't we all get along?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Let's hold hands, let's hold hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;before forever's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I see somebody across the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;who doesn't act like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;They have a Swedish accent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;and seem mighty fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Who could I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I see a nation of different colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but I wanna see a nation that loves another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Before time leaves, before time leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Before we'll never have a chance-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;let's hold hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109762208145411274?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109762208145411274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109762208145411274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109762208145411274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109762208145411274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/10/lets-hold-hands.html' title='Let&apos;s Hold Hands'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109554704862432088</id><published>2004-09-18T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T18:37:28.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Is Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh, you took my dreams and left out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;could have been something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;than just who you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Than just how you occured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Broken is fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when my dreams are shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nothing matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'cause you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;whether lives are played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mistakes are made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I swear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;when with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;broken is fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yes, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;don't have to listen to what you have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yes, I rather spoil away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and  I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Broken is fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;broken dreams lie there on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You really don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;if broken heart lie there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;while you walk out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109554704862432088?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109554704862432088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109554704862432088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109554704862432088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109554704862432088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/09/broken-is-fair.html' title='Broken Is Fair'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109553882536688481</id><published>2004-09-18T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T16:20:25.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you can get in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm locked away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you could never get around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;things never flew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They'd just fall down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's no way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you can get in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I'm locked within.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody can talk to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody threw away the key.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm locked up, yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody can answer me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody's afraid to speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm locked up, yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I apologize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you could never get through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I apologize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone has to suffer too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm locked up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I don't blame you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't blame the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I blame the girl in the mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's in the mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109553882536688481?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109553882536688481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109553882536688481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109553882536688481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109553882536688481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/09/locked-up.html' title='Locked Up'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109484327490101863</id><published>2004-09-10T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T15:07:54.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bad Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;What's a laugh&lt;br /&gt;when everybody cries ?&lt;br /&gt;Will the truth help&lt;br /&gt;to kill all the lies?&lt;br /&gt;And will you be alive&lt;br /&gt;when everybody dies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's a bad time&lt;br /&gt;to lie up in my face.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad time&lt;br /&gt;to run&lt;br /&gt;and run&lt;br /&gt;and leave without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad time&lt;br /&gt;to give up&lt;br /&gt;when you're almost there...&lt;br /&gt;cause you're almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the Sun for&lt;br /&gt;when the rain is in control?&lt;br /&gt;Why must you be deprived&lt;br /&gt;when all you need is a hand hold?&lt;br /&gt;Will you catch me when I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you leave me and never help at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109484327490101863?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109484327490101863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109484327490101863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109484327490101863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109484327490101863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-bad-time.html' title='It&apos;s a Bad Time'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109380538942119824</id><published>2004-08-29T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T14:49:49.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Head Held High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Young boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;young girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;You're a soldier in a war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;You have unhealed wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;and your clothes are torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;But you can make a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;if you just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Keep your head held high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't let life pass you by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Keep your head held high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't let your dreams go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;or have them to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Keep your head held high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I can't say that enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;with all the being so tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Just keep your head held high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109380538942119824?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109380538942119824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109380538942119824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109380538942119824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109380538942119824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/your-head-held-high.html' title='Your Head Held High'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109364804892623108</id><published>2004-08-27T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T19:07:28.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hated Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm tired of seeing broken glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and blood running down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A real prisoner of my life and lost in this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As simple as it can be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't want to fight anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He just lost all he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and it's something I'm not gonna care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But as long as the birds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and the Sun rises in the East.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So why should I settle for less than least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I'll listen to the One above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll sit and pray for the one that loves hated love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He'd laughed as he hit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as I cried in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He'd smile in dry warmth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as I frowned in rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As life goes on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so I live in misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'd thought to go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but he has captured me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109364804892623108?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109364804892623108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109364804892623108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109364804892623108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109364804892623108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/hated-love.html' title='Hated Love'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109364733002750552</id><published>2004-08-27T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:55:30.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This poem is dedicated to the wonderful people of Evaton, South&lt;br /&gt;Africa- Nappy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The people outside desperately want to get in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The people outside eagerly want to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Will this world help at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the people outside can't fight from the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the people outside can't hide from the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the people outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;don't know what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;they're outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;they're outside today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109364733002750552?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109364733002750552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109364733002750552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109364733002750552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109364733002750552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/people-outside.html' title='People Outside'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109364688060961183</id><published>2004-08-27T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:48:00.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Weeping Willow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm a weeping willow for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I have tears on my pillow thanks to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;You're the only one I'd give up the sun on rainy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;or forever be lost than to ever find my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm a weeping willow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I've cried more than you'll ever smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm a weeping willow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;yet I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;and that's how, that's how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;It's you I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;and it's you I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;in my branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm a weeping willow for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;I've cried more than you've smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;It's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109364688060961183?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109364688060961183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109364688060961183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109364688060961183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109364688060961183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-weeping-willow.html' title='I&apos;m a Weeping Willow'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109355469138699335</id><published>2004-08-26T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:11:31.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everytime you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I start to cry myself away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;People tell me to leave you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but they don't know how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They say I'm just wasting time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but they're too illusional to know what's real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't wanna be left alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;here to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no matter how much I deprive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't wanna be left alone without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My heart will be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The love will be stolen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...and be left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You see how many people don't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You see how many people try to fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't you leave me here naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109355469138699335?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109355469138699335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109355469138699335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109355469138699335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109355469138699335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/left-alone.html' title='Left Alone'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109355388150751439</id><published>2004-08-26T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T16:58:01.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if you won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;If you don't come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't want to live like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you know I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;like the rain around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;you know I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if there's no one to give me a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everytime you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Everytime you're away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109355388150751439?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109355388150751439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109355388150751439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109355388150751439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109355388150751439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/ill-cry.html' title='I&apos;ll Cry'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109355359265555750</id><published>2004-08-26T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T16:53:12.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I guess you could have anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I guess you would do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So what do I do now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I guess you could have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I never wanted anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you could have something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you could have anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I never thought of it as much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now it's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I guess you'd know everything to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to make me change my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I guess you control me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;to make me jump over the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109355359265555750?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109355359265555750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109355359265555750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109355359265555750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109355359265555750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/have-it-all.html' title='Have It All'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109347047413754402</id><published>2004-08-25T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T16:39:44.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tryin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If I could stop the rain from fallin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and make the sun come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Make the birds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wouldn't mind tryin' now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And if I could stop myself from cryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and make a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know I wouldn't mind tryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No, I wouldn't mind tryin' it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm trying to make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and now I can make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm to make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;this habit I'm trying to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And now I can't fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109347047413754402?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109347047413754402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109347047413754402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109347047413754402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109347047413754402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/tryin.html' title='Tryin&apos;'/><author><name>Nappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543764582848623609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8073018.post-109346981446812197</id><published>2004-08-25T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T16:40:21.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rose pedals on the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secret love letters slide under the door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romantic movies on the screen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too bad this is just another dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause you never took the time to realize how I felt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dusty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more dusty than ever before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dusty &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more dusty I'm sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that even through all this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you, I won't miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dusty, all dusty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why won't you get it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just forget it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;regret that we ever were.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the love we have is dusty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more dusty than ever before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8073018-109346981446812197?l=nappygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/109346981446812197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8073018&amp;postID=109346981446812197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109346981446812197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8073018/posts/default/109346981446812197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nappygrace.blogspot.com/2004/08/dusty.html' 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