"I guess I have a lot of problems, so many that I don't have time to go into them all in detail. Suffice it to say I'm anal, obsessive, vain, quick to temper, overly introspective, lazy, judgmental, insecure, and self-righteous. Probably the most annoying thing about me is that I'm hugely opinionated. But I kind of make up for that by always being right."

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Day 54: A Word From Ricky

I love writing songs. They often help me express something I'm feeling or deal with some extremely sensitive issue from my childhood. At the risk of being a little indulgent I'd like to share the lyrics of one of my favorites.


Though his tears dried long ago
Though he's mended blow by blow
And though to all the world he looks just fine
He still yearns for love in vain
And I'm still living with the pain
That's strewn along the road that stretches
From his heart to mine

Though his mother never gave
Half the things that children crave
He still looks to her for some small sign
That his heart is worthy of
Some slight portion of her love
So this boy can pass this blessing
From his heart to mine

The child cries out for answers
But the man just can't explain
Why some parents don't love their children
Why the smallest feel such pain
Why big people are so selfish
Why they all have doubts and fears
So the man ignores the child
And wipes away his tears

Though his mother often screamed
In the dark -- It was no dream
The nightmare was that she preferred these men who smelled of wine
Though years ago his small heart ached
Still the pain reverberates
Over all these empty years and
From his heart to mine

And though his life was all but fair
My mind often wanders there
Still I wonder how this woman could have been so blind
Could she not see that he cried
For the love that she denied
That little boy whose tears still flow
From his heart to mine