I've learned a lot from you,
From your success and failures,
You've taught me well,
Though I still make mistakes,

You showed me how to throw a football,
How to ride my bike,
How to be safe outside,
Not to walk around at night,

You showed me how to dance,
How to be respectful,
How to respect myself,
Not to accept disrespect from others,

You showed me how to work,
How to use a drill or shovel,
How to build and fix things,
Not to give up when it's rough,

You showed me how to love,
How to be kind,
How to forgive,
Not to push away those who love me,

You showed me I have worth,
How I am beautiful,
How I am sweet,
Not to forget I'm special,

You showed me how boys should treat me,
How they should behave,
How to pick good ones,
Not to lower standards,

You showed me praise,
How happy you were to see me succeed,
How proud you were of me,
Not to do less than my very best,

I love you dad,
Thanks for never giving up on me.

It's frightening,
When someone you loved becomes unfamiliar to you,
Someone you spent precious memories with,
You told your deepest of secrets,
Shared your raw self to,

It's painful,
When you look at someone you once loved,
Who you thought countless hours about,
Gave all you had to offer,
More than you should have,

It's killing,
When someone you once loved,
Says they love you no more,
When they love someone other than you,
When you become strangers again.

We hid away,
Above, the world was desecrated and destroyed,
Secrets placed upon us,
Tainted our minds and bodies,
Eminent failure happened to many of us.

Lucky few escaped,
Adapted to survive the poisoned surface,
Never looking back,
Dared to live another day.

In the dark
They bring life
And guide our lives
I hope in my heart
My descendents will see them as I have

The trees speak softly in the mountains,
Careful not to disturb the light and peace,
They are shy but can sing,
The breeze knows this and does it's best,
To stir their leaves into a chourus,
Their song is fleeting,
Calming and slow,
Uplifting tired spirits in a rustling show,

Caress my strings,
And play the song of my soul,
Breathe life into me,
Hold me gently and lull,

Strum my heart,
With a musician's grace,
Seek my unique sound,
Quiet without haste,

Soft or sharp,
Beautifully we weave,
Timid and outspoken,
Together we achieve,

We are forced,
To stay distance and alone,
Unable to compose,
Songs of our home,

My strings miss,
The feeling of movement,
Drawing out tales,
In silent music,

I've been a child
As long as I can remember
Soft, young and mild

At least I feel to be
In the moments of peace
When no one calls my name

When the sun warms my face
And the birds sing of summer
Swallows dance and chase

Filled with white hope
Pure and untainted
My world magic