She stumbles through the graveyard
And sits beside his stone
An empty soul broken and lost
A million miles alone

She comes by every single night
Just to sit and pass the day
She just can't stand being apart
For her lover passed away

She doesn't bring him flowers
She just sits alone and cries
You can hear her weeping late at night
Beneath the moonlit skies

He stumbles through the graveyard
And sits beside her stone
He just can't stand being apart
The only love he'd ever known

Buried apart, they walk each night
To sit by the others side
It's been that way for twenty-five years
Since the night when they both died

Love is not a thing we feel
It's a place where hearts can grow
An unseen land where dreams are born
And travel to and fro

A place where heartbeats beat the same
Where memories can be made
A place to dance beneath the stars
With no music being played

Where hugs and kisses stand in line
And taught to wait their turn
A place where tears are cast aside
And hearts are taught to yearn

Where honesty lives and learns to thrive
A place we practice trust
Where battles are fought and won each day
Against that thing called lust

Love is a place where lovers go
A land where commitment is free
A special place where hearts can grow
A place we long to be

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
Her scars are there but never show
She carries them deep inside

He calls her stupid, a worthless *****
It's been that way for years
Some nights she cries herself to sleep
While drowning in her tears

Her self-esteem is all but gone
He's stripped her of her shame
Keeping her an empty shell
Her soul now broken and maim

And though he's never raised his hand
His abuse is easy to find
She sees the world with hollow eyes
As he tries to control her mind

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
What we see is all that's left
For a piece of her has died

Mama, where did you go?
I can't see you anymore
What did I do to make you mad?
Why did you leave me for?

Mama, where did you go?
I can't hear your precious voice
Didn't you love me enough to stay?
Or did you have no choice?

Mama, where did you go?
I need you to hold my hand
Who will teach me how to walk,
Or steady me when I stand?

Mama, where did you go?
Did I do something wrong?
Please just give me one more chance
Come back where you belong

Mama, where did you go?
For your face I haven't seen
Tell me mama, I don't understand
What does abortion mean?

She writes with pure emotion
'Til her words begin to weep
She tries to free her soul from pain
But the hurt is just too deep

Each breath she takes she hesitates
Thinking it might be her last
Her mind betrays her future thoughts
While dwelling in the past

Her tears become the poet's ink
As she writes her heartache free
A stain becomes her work of art
Her quill, her misery

Her words become too heavy
Her will is much too weak
Her hands begin to quiver and shake
And her lips refuse to speak

She writes untill her heartache's gone
And her tears no longer remain
The last thing she does is name her feelings
It'a called, The Poet's Pain

Here's another story that I just made up
That just can't wait to be told
About a weary prospector, down on his luck
That gave his life for his gold

He was way up yonder in the hills, they say
Just him and his scrappy old mule
That poor old mule didn't have no teeth
So he'd sit around the camp and drool

Now that prospector, who we'll call Jake
Was as secret as he could be
He didn't like people snooping around
So he wasn't much for company

See, Jake had been on that mountain
For nigh on twenty years
But he never did hit the mother load
With all his sweat and tears

Then, one day he decided to go fishing
A fish pulled him right in the river
He tried to hang on with all of his might
It's hard to do when you shiver

Jake looked up and was headed toward the falls
So he decided he'd better let go
When he dropped that line, he sunk like a rock
And started thrashing to and fro

Now, Jake was a real good swimmer
He was on the prospector's Olympic team
But, everytime his head went under
All he could do was scream

Now Jake had prospected his whole life
But now, he was getting pretty old
He didn't know the reason he was drowning
But his pockets were full of gold

When he figured it out, he had gold fever
And he refused to let it go
All poor old Jake could think about
Was he finally hit the mother load

See, when that old fish had ****** him in
He was dragging him on the bottom
There was gold just laying everywhere
And that's where his pockets got 'em

Poor old Jake drowned that day
Richest man in the world, I think
His old mule was standing on the bank
Drooling, as he watched him sink

They fished his body out of that river
The next morning before dawn
But they found both pockets as empty as could be
It was stolen by a leprechaun

Well, I guess it's time for me to go
I can see as I look at my clocks
But if you really wanna protect your prospector's gold
Then let me suggest Fort Knox

When a man and woman get married
A new language will unfold
The man knows not to question why
Just do what he is told

She never has to say a word
Men will see it in that glare
It's the look that men never speak about
The "You better not do that" stare

You know the one I speaking of
Like when a woman on the street passes by
And if she catches you sneaking a peek
You'll get that evil eye

Or when you say something stupid
And your wife starts shaking her head
You know the look I'm talking about
That one that says, "You're dead"

Or when you're at her mother's
You better not say a word
You know her eyes are watching you
Even though she's never heard

It doesn't need any definition
Cause men know what it means
It's the look than causes your heart to stop
And can even rupture their spleens

So when you learn this language
Your words will surely die
The look she'll give will be enough
To even make a grown man cry