Speedy

Driving home from work
I passed an old man
In an old brown and tan Ford
And in that heartbeat I was
Sitting between you and my dad
Toot toot...
Still too little to see over the dash
Don't mess with my toot toot...
Sipping on the soda that Daddy said you couldn't buy me
You can have another woman...
And singing along with you and the radio while Daddy laughed at us
But don't mess with my toot toot...
How I miss you sometimes.

I hope that you know that I've never forgotten what you taught me...
Curiousity should be nurtured and fed...
Just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it isn't true...
The stars still shine just as brightly though hidden by the clouds...
Some of the worst people can become some of the best people if they have the right motivation...
And though blood is thicker than water, love is thicker than blood.


© 1991-2010 Samantha Greene

Untitled

Sometimes when I'm alone and have a quiet moment to think
I wonder what my life would be like if you had known how to love me
Sometimes I wonder who I'd be today if you had been
What all children should have and not what you were
Would I be half as strong
If I hadn't had to treat you
As if you were a child?
Would I still know right from wrong
If I hadn't watched you
Manipulate and lie?
Would I still fear being the center of attention
If I hadn't watched you
Create such horrendous scenes?
Would I still pretend I wasn't sick
If I hadn't seen you
Pretend to commit suicide so many times
Just for attention?
Would I still be so obsessed with being in control
If I hadn't seen you lose yours
So many times?
Would I still be so obsessed with being loved
If I hadn't spent so many years
Fighting for love from you?
And how do I forgive you for all that you've done
When in your own mind
You never did anything wrong?

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

I'm Going Home

I walked into the old man's room
It was gloomy and dark
He lay on an old beat up bed
Victim of an old heart
I sat on the bed beside him
He put his hand in mine
The old eyes looked up at me
He said listen well my child

Someday you will see
And someday you will know
Why I no longer have any fears
Because I'm going home
There's kingdom in the clouds
Where the streets are paved with gold
And there's a crystal sea a-shinin'
Or so I have been told

He said, "I'm going home
There's a band of angels comin' to take me away"
He said, "I'm going home
And hopefully I'll see you, join me there someday"

Then the old man began to shiver
And his eyes seemed to fill with age
But even with his final breath
There was a smile on his face

And now I'm going home
There's a band of angels comin' to take me away
Yes, I'm going home
And you know, I'm gonna see him; I'll join him there today

Because I'm going home....

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

I lost the original writing of this one, so I'm not sure of the date, other than that it was somewhere around 93. It was inspired by the death of my step-grandfather, but it really encompasses the attitude of so many that I've known who have passed on. I wish that I could write the music that I hear in my head for it, but I'm just not that good. LOL

Upward Exit

He doesn't answer when I call;
And I worry.
He doesn't reply to my emails;
And I worry.
He may only be ignoring me
For some imagined slight.
But I worry somehow
That something isn't right.
For years ago, they told me
Something I'd rather not know.
I may not know the day;
But I do know the road...
I may not know the hour;
But I do know the result...
And though I tried to tell him
He simply won't believe;
And so I simply wait and worry
And wish I hadn't seen.

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Mon Pere

I just wondered if you
Had forgotten me.
You haven't called in
Quite a while.
Is your new family
That much better?
Doesn't it count
That I'm the only blood you have?
Doesn't it count
That I love you?
You don't reply to
My letters.
You don't answer
My phone calls.
Are you forgetting me?
Or ignoring me?
I don't guess it matters.
I'm used to being forgotten.
I just wish
You'd give me the courtesy
Of an excuse.
I guess you're too busy.
I wish I didn't care so much.
But I do love you.
And I miss you.
I wish you'd call.

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

I Know Her

Sometimes I hate that you care so much
About everyone else
And listen to me so little
I've heard her lies before
She's been spouting them since
Before I was born
She just wants attention
And she'll get it any way she can
She'll say
He beats her
Mistreats her
Abuses her
Uses her
Whatever will gain her sympathy
And if you want to fall for it
That's okay with me
Don't be mad because I don't
Because eventually
When you realize
How she's manipulating you
You'll become part of the lie too
And then what will you do?