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Hope In times, when all seems lost, when my thoughts are full of dread. The best thing I can do is to try and look ahead. I've been hoping for some time, that a girl would come along. Is there no one out there for me? What have I been doing wrong? I don't know when I'll be safe or when I won't be alone. But I know that hope protects me, from the fear of whats unknown. So I'll try to use this knowledge, through the trials of my life. Till I meet that special someone, who'll be proud to be my wife. Our days are filled with trials, there'll be new ones everyday. Yet somehow we overcome them, 'cause hope always finds a way. Now whenever I'm uncertain, I'm afraid that I can't cope. I will struggle through those times, when all that’s left is hope. Its when we least expect it, when things are at their worst. There comes a ray of hope, that wasn't there at first. As they always have before, all my problems have worked out. Even when my days were darkest, from the shadows caused by doubt. I hope to see the day, when I won't have to worry. People tell me "just be patient and don't be in a hurry". Though my life is nearly over, more than half of it is gone. Something hidden deep inside me, says I must keep going on. I ask questions everyday, who am I, where am I going? Questions sometimes without answer, I must wonder, never knowing. So when times are at their worst, it’s all I can do to cope. I'll look forward to tomorrow, cause I know theres always hope. William Gregory Tice
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Memories I heard a song today, that took me to my past. Some christmas long ago, a time that could not last. It gave me such a feeling, of longing for that day. I forgot about the future, I would give it all away. Sometimes it's a place or sometimes it's a song. It's nice to have those memories, but maybe somethings wrong? Why do we yearn for past times, where we've already been? Times and places long ago, where we can't go again. Some memories make us happy, while others make us sad. Though we must keep them all, the good, as well as bad. But all those precious memories, that we've been thinking of. At one time was the future, with people that we love. If only we would realize, the joy tomorrow brings. Will someday be that memory, we'll have when someone sings. We live our lives for memories and seldom for today. We yearn for days long gone, while our future slips away. I'll always miss my babies and christmas times we had, I'll miss their smiling faces and try not to be sad. 'Cause I know there's tomorrow, though don't know what it brings. It could just be that memory, I'll have when someone sings. I'll look forward to the future, but whenever somethings wrong. I still have all my memories, and there will always be that song. William Gregory Tice
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Good Morning? The first thing ev'ry morning, for an instant in despair. I touch the bed beside me, but sadly, noone's there. Noone to say Good Morning, or to give a loving kiss. That's when realization hits, how'd my life end up like this? Noone to share a coffee, to hang out with through the day. Each day gone, another lost, I've so much, I need to say. I'm forced at once to realize, that it wasn't just a dream. That this lonliness is real, reality, in it's extreme. Sometimes I am short of breath, the fear more, than I can bare Each time my eyes awaken, as I realize, you're not there. I'm alone and very scared, though I've been, so often told. There's no guarantee next morning, I'll have someone there to hold. What turns my life may take, or no matter what I've done. Noone said that life was fair, I still need to hold someone. I'll keep hoping till you're here, as I'm hoping you will too. Think about each Good Morning, as I will when I'm with you. You've been missing all along, my life's never been in tune. If you're there I need find you, I sure hope it's sometime soon. We're not meant to be alone, it will test our very soul To fate, am I enslaved, is it not, in my control? To wake up to find you near, say I love you with a glance. I will live out my last days, always needing one more chance. How much longer will it be? I've looked near, then I've looked far. I'm here to say Good Morning, but I don't know where you are? I know there is something wrong, when there's noone ever there. I need to say Good Morning, that I Love You and I care. But for that there's one thing more, to set my spirit free. To hear you say Good Morning, that you love and care for me. I may never have it all, or for certain, too much money. Were I rich, I'd relinquish, just to say, Good Morning Honey. William Gregory Tice