He had dreams, and not just at night,
and he also knew what he had to do.
And he knew he’d have to sacrifice,
either way that he would choose.
And in the end he chose to do right
and lay his dreams aside.
But it wasn’t the end;
it was only for a time.
Now he’s dreaming again
but he still has to decide
how to do right.
If you never know what it’s like
I don’t want to hear what I want to hear.
I’m not okay with “everything’s fine.”
I want to know the truth.
When you say “don’t worry” I’m worried.
I know we can’t all have our way all the time.
I want to know the truth.
I’m strong enough to hear the truth,
and if I’m not than I’ll lean on you,
because I’ll know you’re brave
if you’re strong enough to say it.
Your grandparents are in town
Your hoping gravity will pull down
all the wrinkles from your graduation gown
in time for your speech tonight.
And regardless of how long you’ve known this day was on its way,
you still cannot believe that its today.
Your heart is beating harder than it has in a long time
and you know today is your day to shine.
All your friends are here
and your mom can’t hold her tears.
The ceremony is drawing near
and you wonder what your love is thinking now.
And regardless of how long you’ve known this day was on its way,
you still cannot believe that its today.
Your heart is beating harder than it has in a long time
and you know today is your day to shine.
Some might call this pressure, but it’s pain.
You rock back and forth like you’re insane
and your husband says the doctor’s on his way
and that you’re doing great.
And regardless of how long you’ve known this day was on its way,
you still cannot believe that its today.
Your heart is beating harder than it has in a long time
and you know today is your day to shine.
Months of pain up to your chest.
You know you’ve given it your best.
And you’re sure it’s time to rest,
but what will it feel like?
And regardless of how long you’ve known this day was on its way,
you still cannot believe that its today.
Your heart is beating harder than it has in a long time
and you know today is your day to shine.
With buckets of apples beginning to stack up,
the need to process them becomes pressing.
Freezing and thawing and mashing and pressing
that is, and then some clean-up-the-messing.
There are corners to be cleaned
and pages to be seen,
fruit to be pressed
and a desk that is a mess.
But you can’t sing your own song
until you write your own poem.
That’s just the way it goes;
first things first.
There are high notes and low,
fast beats and slow,
so many people to please,
and a tremor in my knees.
But you can’t sing your own song
until you write your own poem.
That’s just the way it goes;
first things first.
