To Whom it May Concern

I sure don't know your name,
and I doubt we'll ever meet.
But from surely short hair,
Your rugged life and the boots probably on your feet.

I'm writing you today,
To tell you about your girl,
To tell you what she loves,
So you treat her like a pearl.

To whom it may concern,
It's about time you've learned.
That the woman you're with was mine not long ago.
You need to buy her flowers,
not roses they're cliche.
You should take her out to dinners,
but sometimes let her pay.
She likes to dance on Friday nights,
Make sure to give her a twirl,
Better straight up now,
You're seeing my ol' girl.

I'm sure you've learned by now,
She like her drinks made real hard,
And if you start to think her sister's pretty,
Don't you ever play that card.

She like little gifts on her sadder days,
Anything's good, best hand made.
She'll always want to go out to eat,
on the days that you've been paid.

To whom it may concern,
It's about time you've learned,
That the woman you're with was mine not long ago.
She loves to hold your hand,
She's showing you around
She loves to look at puppies
When you pass the local pound.
She likes to dance on Friday nights,
Make sure to give her a twirl,
Better straight up now,
You're seeing my ol' girl.

She loves a lot of things,
But loving her's the key.
If you slip up there,
you'll end up just like me.

There's certain things you should not do
No sleeping around,
Don't dip or chew.
Make sure you tell her often what she means.

To whom it may concern,
It's about time that you've learned,
That the woman you're with was mine not long ago.
I hope this letter finds you well,
And the message in it too.
I messed up hard,
Cause these were things I didn't do.
Listen here and you'll do just fine.
And always do what's right,
You'll keep my girl,
Just remember friday night.

The Story of Opportunity

There he stood,

the Cliff of Opportunity,

thinking he should jump,

to be who he wants to be.

Living like a bang,

leaving like a whimper now.

Proving he's not talk,

proving that he knows just how.

So, he packed the truck and he went away.

Moving towards his future,

making his great getaway.

He burned the bridge, ran from the flame.

Hiding all his matches,

wishing he could hide the shame.

But it lives with him

like it lives with you and me.

No matter what we do

we'll be just what we'll be.

There he sits,

the Land of Opportunity,

proud that he jumped

living like he wants to be.

Meeting all the folks
living like a bang again,
but he has no one
truly he would call a friend.

But he held his ground and stayed his hand,
fighting towards his future,
wishing it had gone to plan.
And he worked as hard as he thought he could,
smiling through the sadness,
doing what he thought he should.

But it lives with him

like it lives with you and me.

No matter what we do

we'll be just what we'll be.

There he lies,
the goal of Opportunity,
teaching how he jumped,
telling of the sights he's seen.

A life he filled with friends,
but one that he wished was there.
He wished near every day,
to see her with her shinning hair.

So he packed the truck and he went away,
returning to his past,
fighting for the words to say.
He'd find the words and what to do,
he'd tell her that he loved her,
wishing he had thought things through;

That it lives with him

like it lives with you and me.

No matter what he does

he'll be just what he'll be.

There they stood,
the River of Opportunity,
wishing there's a way
to cross over the raging stream.

He saw her standing there
wishing she could hear him shout
though he tried to reach her
he realized that the bridge was out.

Always More

Hell was in my path
though I'd yet to meet my fate.
Churning,
burning,
yearning for escape.

And though I'd seen its face,
I soon would catch its wake;
it'd been but some time
but the devil'd get his take.

Darkness is so close,
though I'd yet to leave the light.
Squirming,
turning,
learning how to fight.

And at the tipping point,
when I thought I won the war,
I was turned around again,
and only saw there's more.