ahh.
the end of cts makes me so..
relaxed.

and yet, its once again te beginning of an argument.
just one after the other.
me with him,
him with her,
her with me,
and then a whole big circle again.

the whole childishness of it all.
i wish it would stop.
funny how it seems we become more like kids as we grow.

relationships are too hard to handle.
they take up too much time,
too much tears,
too much pain,
too much empty hope,
too much useless love.

urgh.

Dance With My Father Again
Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved

If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again

Ooh, ooh

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he
Would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again

Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear her, mama cryin’ for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m prayin’ for much too much
But could You send back the only man she loved
I know You don’t do it usually
But Lord, she’s dyin’ to dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream

love,cassie

10:06 PM ·