The pain
 it never ends
  really
   it doesn't
The days are spent driving
The nights are spent in solitude
Why Cry?
 Why you waste energy on such nonsense
Just listen to the radio
 It will always be there for you 
The music
  It is so much like a book
   And often similar to a photo album
A diary
 that holds your deepest secrets and wipes away the tears, or brings about a smile
Each song is like a memory 
 Or a day long ago
  And there is always now
There is the song for your first crush
 ending in a kiss
   the sweet taste of temptation
The songs for all the time spent at the ball park 
 the skating rink
  or just hanging out with your friends
The song for the day your world changed
  When freedom's road opened up for you 
    The day you got your driver's license
The nights you spent driving around
  The dates that you had
    The hours you spent with only the radio
When innocence was lost 
  There was a song
   It echoed the feeling of hidden pleasure
Every little crush, there was a song 
  Even when they ended in broken hearts 
Prom Night 
 And the song you will remember forever
  
Graduation 
  Freedom
   The songs for a new beginning
The first summer
  Then year
   when we all change
But the music remains
There is always a song
  One for every moment in time
    written for an era
      played for an eternity
What it means to each of us, does not matter to anyone else
  We must all be satisfied with who we are 
    Then we shall have happiness at our feet
Listening to each song 
 To every word
Letting it carry you away
  Into someone's arms 
   or a special place
Each verse
 a face 
  a touch 
    a kiss
Maybe a scenic river valley 
 or a lonely road
  we never know where we will end up
Life passes us by 
 Leaving a residue of change
  That helps us to cling to each song
For to forget a song 
 would be like forgetting a part of us
Each song affects our lives in some way 
  And shapes our moods, relationships, and personalities
The roads we travel
 The rivers we cross
   The bridges that we burn
There will always be a song
 One that seems to be written about our lives
Maturing
 Becoming an adult
  We always change
    Just as the music changes
True love, some will find it and along comes a powerful song
 One about undying love and watching another sleep
  Secure in the fact that you are there
A touch, gentle yet commanding 
A burning need, that only a song can truly express
The words are like a kiss, hungry for more, and speaking of angels and forever
A memory comes to life through each song
Some songs help define a new memory of things going on right now, and you will never forget them
Sleeping 
 dreaming
   the song closes, and so will our eyes
And there behind close lids we see or feel that someone or something
The song takes us away
 Embraces us in a secure feeling 
   The feeling of inner peace
Pain inflicted by one so close
 And the song becomes a knife to the soul
Dreams shatter
 and the song becomes a mirror mimicking the pain and torturing the soul
The music
 It is our soul mate 
  our first and last true love 
   the one that will never let you down
What we strive to be is written and played out with each new line
Falling upon deaf or hungry ears 
 Opening or closing the eyes
  Grabbing and shoving aside
Each beat is like our heart beat
  Pounding away our lives
the world goes on with our without us
The music is never ending 
  Only a beginning for each new day 
We dance away our lives with each gentle strain 
  Turing this way or that way 
Note after note
  Step after Step
    The words echoing forever
What we loved in life will be engraved in our heads as we lie motionless
The words begin
  Telling the story of our lives
    sharing our hopes and dreams
The casket will close
  The music will grow fainter
    and on into the afterlife
The music will give us eternal life
 For the songs we love now 
  Will always be there for the ones we left behind
We will always seek out a song
  One for us
   For life or death it matters not
Olivia J Stuart
Spring 1998
Updated March 2002
Revised December 11, 2016
 
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