"Reflections of the Past" By AB

Reflections of the past,
keep stealing my time,
Robbing my sainity,
Robbing my mind,
I push them back down,
Deep down, disguised,
But they 've taken there toll,
And broken my inside,
I am exposed,
My feelings, denied,
I try to run,
But lost my pride,
Torn appart,
And left to die,
I pick up the piece,
As the pain subsides,
Clinging to my future,
As the past collides,
Feeling so dead,
Yet so alive,
Tossed upon a life raft,
Asking of my inner guide,
Searching for my dignity,
No were left to hide,
Letting go my shame,
As I swim agginst the tide,
I crossed the mighty ocean,
But, shame met me on the other side.

The World Through Colored Glass by AB

Everything is colorful,
Everything feels right,
My worlds made up of colors,
Painted with the light,
Adventures are, the wings of dreamers,
Time will seek to tame,
But everything is brightly colored,
Through my window pane,
Colors dances in unison,
Thier mysterys untold,
Watching through a hazy glaze,
They magicaly unfold.
Swirling through my daydreams,
And dance before my eyes,
Each individual color,
Holds a story, in disguise,
The colors come togeather,
To paint a rainbow cast,
Through my magic window,
Made of colored glass,
~AB

"When Dark Clouds Descend" by AB

When the sun does not shine,
When dark clouds descend,
I will search for the light,
I will strive 'til the end,
I will never give up,
I will push towards the light,
I will hold myself true,
I will break trough the night,
When I'm drowning in tears,
When the pain tries to win,
I will open the windows,
And let the light in,
I will pull back the shutters,
I will let lose my shame,
I won't be a pawn,
I will play my own game,
When winter has come,
And I'm chilled to the bone,
When I sink in the ocean,
like a lifeless old stone,
I will be my own anchor,
I will raise my own sail,
I will pull myself up,
And blaze my own trail,
When I'm lost in the forest,
And the night steels the day,
I will call to the moon,
By it's light,
Find a way,
Even through darkness ,
We can all find a light,
And pierce through the rain clouds,
And chase back the night,
For the frail can be vital,
And the weak can be strong,
So never give up 'til the gray clouds are gone.

~ AB