Now it's a New Year, change the look on your face.  Cheer up anyone, no matter the race.
Cheer up that special one, who walks with a hung down head.  Especially, the ones in the corner, looking like they're dead.
Cheer up your family, bring joy into your home.  No one should feel they can't fit in, therefore, leaving them alone.
Cheer up your children, stop constantly fussing them out.  Show  them that you can be kind, and you know how to speak right.
Cheer your Mother and Father, after they have been fighting all day.  Perhaps, you can bring them together, so they can began to pray.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing

Do you ever stop to wonder,
as you go about your day,
what if things had been different
or had gone another way?

What if the Sun decided
that it deserved a break,
and instead of shining,
it refused to wake?

What if the happy rainbow
had gone a little pale,
or the grumpy rain cloud
cried tears that never fell?

What if every flower
had burrowed underground,
and every chatty songbird
didn't make a sound?

What if your reflection
couldn't look you in the eye,
and any sound you uttered
just came out as a sigh?

What if no one glanced your way
as you stumbled through the streets,
and no one had a thing to say
when you struggled to speak?

What if everything you knew
had simply gone awry,
and every pleasant hello
was a horrible goodbye?

What if every what if
was a harsh reality
that hasn't happened quite yet,
and was just waiting to be?

They say you're not alone.
I'm not alone
...but I'm alone.
I know what they say.
I know I'm supposed to believe them.
I'm not alone
...but why do I feel so alone?

I want to save the world but first I must save myself.

It's funny,
A little taste of something,
Something good can drive someone insane,
Only wanting more,
More of the good times,
More of you and your smiles,
More of you grabing my hand,
Setting it gently on your leg,
As if to invite me to let go,
Inviting my to feel and love,
This was but a taste,
And you neglect to mention that fact,
Neglect to mention in a few weeks you'll rip my heart out,
Then leave me in silence,
With only my pain,
All over just a little taste,
It was but a taste

the worst thing
that i've done to myself
is believe that someone
could actually care
about
**me