"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them."

This was a quote shared in my Sociology class by my teacher. To this day I don't remember why it came up or why it was said, but I remember the quote perfectly. It made me think what is the song in my heart? Is it one of desperation? Or one of hope? Or none of the above? Lately, I've noticed that my thoughts turn to despair and desperation about as much as they do to hope and happiness, and I hate feeling the way I do. More importantly, however, I hate to think that other may feel the same way I do, or worse. I've always tried to be a lighthouse in this crazy ocean we call life, but I, too, have felt the merciless waves crash on me. I've been through some life changing downs, and I do not want anyone to have to expierence what I have. So, please, if anyone wants to talk to me about any problem they have, don't hesitate. I will be honest, I will LISTEN (not wait impatiently for my turn to speak), I will not judge, and I will try to help as best I can. Just remember, you must expierence hurt to expierence happiness, and as long as you never give up hope, everything will work out in the end.

QUIET DESPERATION

The lines on your face
they tell me to wait
but how can I hold on?
When everyone says
I'm too big of a chance
for you to intake
but I promise you with all my heart
I'll treat you right, right from the start
The truest of songs you've heard in awhile
is etched right here on my smile

We all live in quiet desperation from time to time

But I refuse to give up the fight
you'll see that I bleed red tonight
when all seems lost, just raise your hands
into the air and say
I refuse to give up the fight
you'll see that I bleed red tonight
when all seems lost, just raise your hands
into the air and say

You told me to move on
but where do I go
in a world that's long gone
when time and again
they caught my sin
of holding on to one more song
but now I can't lie to myself
It's time to move on, I can't take
one more minute alone because a minute with me
is like hell for and eternity

We all live in quiet desperation from time to time

But I refuse to give up the fight
you'll see that I bleed red tonight
when all seems lost, just raise your hands
into the air and say
I refuse to give up the fight
you'll see that I bleed red tonight
when all seems lost, just raise your hands
into the air and say

My music:
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My poetry:
http://www.writerscafe.org/mikelson/writing/

I love you all!
-Michael Howell