I walk too slowly or too quickly I get confused, forget my destination My feet are sore, my voice is sickly So that you, my better, can’t...

What was said s'all I been told - is this what made my heart Turn cold? Sticks in minds better Than pressed flow'rs in PAGES I let go... But only in STAGES. She's a big part of me still - the mind always outlasts the will This is the road that I'm on... Parted...but not gone You're not here to knock me down Or to make a single sound Forgiving not easily done by the weary - I want to SHOUT! ...but hope you don't hear me He speaks through me, who