What Should I Believe?

What Should I Believe?

April 12, 1987
J

I have this little problem, and I don't know what to do,
It seems like everyone is lying to you.
They tell me one thing, and I don't know what's true,
It seems like no one wants me with you.
I don't like that, from what people say,
You have changed from the very first day.
I was talking to her, she told me a lie (I hope),
She said all these things, I wanted to die.
She says you don't love me, you say it all the time,
All I wanted was to say you were mine.
I'm falling and that was all that mattered to me,
Hearing your voice, as soft as the sea.
You whispered you loved me, and would never leave,
But now I don't know, what I'm supposed to believe.



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Starting Anew

Cyndi, here is the more recent one....enjoy!



"Starting Anew"

All this time has gone by,
I've been waiting so long.
My miracle is near,
I've held on strong.

Through darkness and hard times,
I hoped I'd make it through.
When I felt lost and alone,
I was only waiting for you.

It's finally here,
this dream I've waited for.
I feel like I'm floating,
and I only want to feel it more.

Making it alone is so hard,
I had to learn to trust again.
But now you're back,
and you've never left my heart, my friend.

Through the darkness,
I've seen the light.
Through the pain,
It's now all right.

You've opened my eyes,
given me back my strength.
And now it seems it never left,
And I'll go to any length.

Walking our separate paths,
through the years as we grew.
Finally it's over, or maybe just beginning,
And thank God now we're starting anew.


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Just One Day

Just One Day

I take her tiny hand in mine,
And head out through the door.
I am leading her on a journey,
Something I'm not prepared for.

We take a long walk up the road,
She talks to me about what's to come.
I listen closely to each word,
but surely God, I know I'm missing some.

The time seems endless as we walk
I wonder how she feels inside.
The time is coming to let her go,
my feelings are much to hard to hide.

I fight back tears and scream inside,
this little girl is still my child.
Please God, take her in your arms,
and help these feelings to subside.

I give my precious angel to You,
please watch her closely every day.
I cannot always be by her side,
And I know You know the way.

Her tiny hand slips out of mine,
As she climbs those massive stairs.
I can hardly breathe and I start to cry,
I have to struggle to hide those tears.

My precious angel waves to me,
with the sweetest smile upon her face.
And in only just a moment,
She'll be gone with just a trace....

Of her love, of her smile, of her caring heart.
Of her laughter, of her scent, of her precious angel eyes.
A trace of childhood gone, she's not a baby now,
And it's time to cut these ties.

I place her in Your hands to guide.
When I can't be by her side.
Please teach her everything You know,
And keep her safe wherever she goes.

Because today I'm left with just a trace,
of her smile that lights her face.
Of her eyes that sparkle blue,
And her hugs and soft kisses too.

Where has the time gone?
How did this happen so soon?
Oh God, I'm just not ready to let her go.
I know it's only school.

She'll return to me each day,
With so many bright things to say.
Please give me strength to hear her out,
I love her endlessly without a doubt.

A trace of childhood whisked away,
But only for the day.
She'll return to my open arms & waiting smile,
I just have to have patience for awhile.

I brush away this lowly tear,
Take a breath to erase the fear.
And watch the bus as it pulls away,
And remember....it's only for the day.


--Nicole Humphrey 8/18/03
Brielle's first day of school



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Golden Curls

Golden Curls
March 13, 2001

Beautiful child, so very innocent,
With her golden hair and treasured curls.
The fairest face, the sweetest smile,
A diamond amongst all little girls.
Chubby hands, and sticky kisses,
Were treasured one and all,
Lipstick grins, and dimpled chins,
And crayon scribbles upon the wall.
The bluest eyes, you've ever seen,
Beneath those dark, long lashes.
Rosiest cheeks, and pinkest lips,
Dressed in little girl fashions.
Memories of her, so long ago,
Take my breath away.
Cherish those moments, they're gone so quick,
How I wish those curls were here today.


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Never Be Safe

"Never Be Safe"

So, you think you are safe - -
wrapping yourself
in your cold hard robes of steel.
Protecting your soul from a fire,
deep, hot, flaming red.
Sheltering your mind from
a probing finger,
picking away at each
dismal piece,
like a puzzle,
needing to be whole.
So you think you are safe,
from the evil that
melts away the core,
like a candle melting wax,
hot, burning.
Hiding in darkness,
covered by thick fog,
melting over your world,
like a deep black
puddle of tar,
taking you deeper,
until your last breath,
suffocates you,
making you realize,
you will never be safe.

Copyright © 1996 Imagination Station
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Nature of My Life

"Nature of My Life"

Somewhere out there is the seed,
that helped to plant the tree of my soul.
And somewhere out there, is the ground and the roots,
In which I grew and sprouted.

And somewhere out there is the sun,
That shone on my protected shell.
Making me become who I am,
And filling me with warmth and love.

Through the darkness,
I could feel the heat of love.
But now as I walk in the light,
There is a piece of the blue sky missing.

Just like the love of a mother bird,
Pushing her baby out of the nest, into the world.
I, too, was pushed out of her nest,
And taken away from the warmth and love that I crave.

Tomorrow, I will find the heart,
That made me who I am.
But today, I will remember,
The seed, the roots, the ground.

Copyright © 1994 Imagination Station
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My Angel

My Angel

You gave me wings when I was young,
so I could learn to fly.
You stood behind me in my shadow,
And I never understood why.
You were there when time's were good,
When the Sun was always burning,
You were there when I would cry,
When my world stopped turning.
You would have crossed a barren desert,
or swam the longest sea.
Or climbed the highest mountain
Just to hold onto me.
In my world, and in my life,
I was loved by only you.
The only dream I ever dreamed,
really did come true.

Copyright © 1999 Imagination Station
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More

"More"

There's more to a flower,
than just it's scent.
More to an eagle,
than just it's wings.
There's much more to the sun,
than just the heat.
There more to my love,
than where our hearts meet.

There's more to the sky,
than just the clouds.
There's more to a child,
than mere innocence.
There's more to forever,
than just a date.
There's more to my love,
that we know to make.


Copyright © 1999 Imagination Station
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Mother Can You Hear Me?

"Mother, Can You Hear Me?"

Mother, can you hear me?
I'm calling your name.
Whispering secrets,
Playing their game.

Shredded pieces,
as they try to hide.
Covering shadows,
not knowing they lied.

Can you hear me,
Call out through the night,
The newborn cry,
trying to fight.

Can you hear it now,
as the sound begins to rise.
Screaming in pain,
drowning the lies.

Covering ears,
you cannot escape.
Do you hear me now mother?
because it's starting to fade.

Copyright © 1997 Imagination Station
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Never

"Never"

Dear mother, where did you think I would go,
When you gave me away, so long ago?
Did you think that I would forget,
That we never really met?

I am determined to find,
that which is mine.
That which was whisked away,
Twenty one years ago, today.

I am entitled to know,
Wherever I go,
Who was my first mother,
Who can replace no other.

Will it be fine someday,
Will I need to find a way?
To step into your heart,
Where they won't tear us apart... again.

Will you open your life,
Though it cuts like a knife?
And can I hear those words I want to hear?
"I've loved you my daughter, for all these years."

For then I will know,
From all that you show,
I have been loved forever,
by someone who was once told....never.


Copyright © 1994 Imagination Station
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