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Someone told me...
They knew the answers,
That everyone holds within themselves.
Someone told me...
My life's a mess,
That I must pay to find my way.
But, I believe in second chances,
I've sold my innocence for less.
When what is real,
Becomes what's unexpected.
You're left with...
A face that haunts you,
A voice that speaks
Of empty bitterness

I'm sorry that I never had the chance,
To hold your hand.
I'm sorry that I'll never see your,
Smile again.
When this life is done,
The world keeps spinning.
Did you know...
That when it's over
You'll find you're just beginning,
To understand.

Marti 2006
If I could paint a perfect world,
Everyone that I love..
Would be in permanent color.
If I could write a story,
About your life..
I'd erase all of the painful endings..

We give away,
What we can't replace.
Our lives spin and change,
Blow away in the wind.
What do we learn,
From pain and suffering...
Can we open our eyes and see..
What we choose not to remember,
Will mean nothing in the end.

©Marti 2006
"I envy Angels because they have you by your side,
how selfish of me. I wish you were with us.
Time heals all wounds they say but this one is too deep
and the grief since you left hasn´t changed a bit.

I know you´re in a better place now, smiling happily
or at list that´s what I believe you´re doing hopefuly.
This world is not that bright since you´re gone
but I´m sure you know by now you were never and
never will be alone.

I wish you Heaven, the only place you can be at
And I try very hard to be happy instead of sad.
Because I know you want us smiling when thinking of
you.
Michael, I love you and miss you, I swear it´s true".

Anna.
Eyes aren't the only thing that can see.
Hands aren't the only thing that can
feel.

When reality steals our faith,
We question what seems real.
We question if it's right,
To question what went wrong.


Like a ghost,
Crawling through the night.
I've become the shadow,
Hiding from the light.

When money...
Money can't save you.
When pride...
Becomes so intoxicating.
The silver lining,
Slowly fades to grey.
You see...
The take and fake.
Sit and think about,
What you've thrown away.


All of the love.. that you never knew.
All of the days.. I still think of you.
All of the ways.. that I wish..
I could change it.




©Marti 2006
When the headline said,
You were gone today.
I closed my eyes,
Wished it all away.

Stories and lies
So easily sold.
Rumours in disguise
In a world that seems cold..

I want to know.
When you were loved by so many,
Why did you feel so alone?
And if I'd never seen your face
Maybe..I never would have known..

I thought of you tonight
And how we never seem to realize..

It doesn't matter
How fast we run
How far we go
You can sell your soul
But you still can't buy tomorrrow..


If only I'd known
It would be last time
I'd see you smile..
If only I'd known
Your voice would go silent..

I would have listened more closely
I would have treasured each moment..

Suddenly..
I'm a stranger
In my own world..
Living on the outside
Looking in..

Show me
How to live with what I'm feeling?
Tell me
Where do I begin
To find the end..

They say
Hold it in..
Like the wind
It will all blow bye...

They say
It just takes time..
It just takes time...

MHoneywell
What would you give for that moment?
The one just out of reach.

How much would you pay,
For the love that slipped away?

Or for someone to say,
Wake up...you were only dreaming.

MHoneywell
Angels among us
How space and time as passed
yet it seems like only yesterday,
now I feel you are in a better place,
in the spirit world and most likely
singing
with all the angels there.

You were an angel with wings that
inspired us to fly and not to cry

Fly like a bird , we all have wings
for there is hope and peace
in each new tomorrow
we still hear your music in our
hearts as we live our lives.
We should not cry for you for you are
in  a better place , at peace with God.

Miss you, forever!!
Meghan, Long Island
From the depth of a troubled soul
..you rose.
To entertain the eyes was your goal.
A path of fame,
A path of glory you chose.
Your voice moved the ground.
A voice that hit the heart,
with every chorus and every sound.
Your words will live on,
Through every soul they touch.
When the echo is gone,
Your memory will live on.
When the storm came,
the walls fell down.
There was nothing you could do,
So you entertained.
Even in the belly of death,
your spirit was untouched
..and you rose.
In every song you still live
..Michael
You still live.

Allen