My Poetry

[Zylly's Dad]

Here is one of the twenty or so poems I have written recently.

drive



i’m driving from someplace

to a place called nowhere

yet with both windows down

there’s no wind in my hair



so i pushed it up to 90

then back down to 55

yes, i wanted to leave

but i didn’t want to arrive



some words are truths

some words are lies

some lies are much easier

than the trouble truth can buy



i try to drive on further

but i just feel left behind

it’s hard to know where to go

when there are no road signs



but i can’t stop moving

or pull to the side of the road

you can keep your eyes open

and still miss troubles untold



some lies are soft

some truths are hard

some lies can help obscure

the truth of who you are



i don’t want to keep driving

and i don’t want to stop

life’s too much like waiting

for the other shoe to drop



driving’s just not easy

with no hands on the wheel

living’s not much better

with so much left unrevealed



some lies are truth

some truths are lies

some truths may kill you

and lies just might save lives





“drive” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005.

[Zylly's Dad]

Here is more.

your superman



if i could leap tall buildings

bend stell in my bare hands

if i could fly among the stars

and crush granite into sand

would i be a better person?

would i be your superman?



if i could brave the hottest fire

easily handle the bitter cold

if i could slow the hands of time

by more slowly growing old

would i be a wiser person?

would i be your superman?



i wish i could be just like him

i wish i could fly that high

i want always to do what’s right

i guess that i can only try

still it would be worth the effort

to keep doing the best i can

maybe that would be enough?

for me to be your superman?



if i could inspire millions

by just being who i am

and yet i was still bewildered

why i had so many fans

would i be a kinder person?

would i be your superman?



if i was faster than a bullet

and i shot fire from my eyes

if because my soul was pure

i just could never tell a lie

would i be a nicer person?

would i be your superman?



i wish i could be just like him

i wish i could touch the sky

i want always to do what’s right

i guess i can only try

still it would be worth the effort

to keep doing the best i can

maybe that would be enough

for me to be your superman



if i was tall and much stronger

and people knew me by my S

because of my good deeds

where i always did my best

would i be a braver person?

would i be your superman?



if i could spend my whole day

only fearing finding kryptonite

and i always rested easily

knowing i fought the good fight

would i be a gentler person?

would i be your superman?



i wish i could be just like him

and fly so freely though the sky

i want always to do what’s right

i guess i can only try

still it would be worth the effort

to keep doing the best i can

maybe that would be enough

for me to be your superman



“your superman” is copyright Todd Crossman. Superman is copyright DC Comics.

[Zylly's Dad]

still another. any comments?

too old to cry



when i wake up

she's already gone

no good morning love

no voice like a song

i put on my clothes

i put on my shoes

i have to convince

my two feet to move

but i'm too old to cry



i’m sitting in my car

i know i should go

if i never showed up

would anyone know?

i get to my job

but nobody cares

i don't understand

what im doing here

but i'm too old to cry



how did i get here?

the path used to be clear

i have so many questions

but who will answer them

at fifty i'm lost here

i thought life would be clear

rain falls from the sky

but i'm too old to cry



i come home so late

and she's already there

her day’s long and hard

it just does'nt seem fair

i write friends at night

through electrical miles

they send back kind words

they can't send their smiles

but i'm too old to cry



i lay here awake

i’m tossing in my bed

can’t seem to run from

the thoughts in my head

i can't close my eyes

no,i don't want to sleep

i have so many fears

makes me want to weep

but i'm too old to cry



who do you see here?

is it someone you hold dear?

i'd ask you these questions

i'm afraid you might answer them

at fifty i’m still here

still fighting the same old fears

tears fall from my eyes

i'm not too old to cry





“too old to cry” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

your faith



seems nobody smiles

in this crazy world

it brings me down

their faces all furled

i can hardly move

i start to come undone

it’s so hard to go on

don’t want to be numb

i know i have to see you



i continue to breath

because of your faith

i lose my breath

because of your faith

i cry tears of joy

because of your faith

i always smile when

i think of your faith

your faith in me



sometimes at work

i lose my place

i’m just not in step

i can’t run that race

i want to run and hide

never ever come back

but i know in my heart

that i couldn’t do that

i know i have to call you



i continue to breath

because of your faith

i lose my breath

because of your faith

i cry tears of joy

because of your faith

i would surely die

if not for your faith

your faith in me



when nights are dark

and days are too long

i don’t have the right words

can’t write my songs

there’s so many eyes

and still i feel alone

i know that it’s time

that i need to go home

i know i have to find you



i continue to breath

because of your faith

i lose my breath

because of your faith

i cry tears of joy

because of your faith

i always smile when

i think of your faith

your faith in me



“your faith” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

I would welcome any thoughts and comments

[Zylly's Dad]

one more from my site.


what i didn’t know



what i didn’t know

twenty-one years ago

is how quickly my newborn son

would start to grow

that little boy smile

would only last awhile

if i had only known

i would have tried

to take so slow

that i’d miss it so

that’s what i didn’t know



if i had only known

i would have held on fast

held each moment precious

try to make it last

but in my heart i know

that’s not how life is cast

maybe i’m just lucky

that i didn’t know

what i didn’t know



what i didn’t know

just twelve years ago

is one day there would not be

a little hand to hold

time spent reading books

and those funny looks

if i had only known

that one day he’d look up

and say i’m too old

how fast time would flow

that’s what i didn’t know



if i had only known

i would have held on fast

cherished every second

tried to make it last

but in my head i know

that you just can’t do that

maybe i’m just lucky

that i didn’t know

what i didn’t know



what i didn’t know

until a few years ago

is from my very darkest days

a best friend would show

helped me win my race

with his steady pace

i would soon know

that i could lean on him

when i was feeling low

that i could depend on him so

that’s what i didn’t know



if i had only known

i’d have smiled and let it pass

knowing sometimes life

saves the very best for last

but deep in my soul

i know people don’t know that

it turns out i’m lucky

that’s what i didn’t know

what i didn’t know





“what i didn’t know” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

i think i had a dream



i told myself a tale

about my loves and friends

so i would have no fear

i said this would never end

if they were to go away

my heart would never mend

to keep my heart alive

i’ll stay with this new trend



life can be so cruel

our bodies will betray

memories we hold dear

will simply fade away

remember while you live

love and let it show

because in the end

all’s left is what you’ve sown



i told myself some lies

in the hope that i’d believe

like i’ll keep living on

and that i will never leave

that i will never die

my youth will never flee

i want this to be true

so i’ll go on being naïve



life can be unkind

our bodies will betray

memories we hold dear

will simply fade away

remember while you live

love the ones you hold

because when it ends

it’s love for which you’re known



i think i had a dream

i pray that it was not real

it was so hard to tell

because i could not feel

everyone wore black

why they would not reveal

i could feel their pain

but i couldn’t help them heal



life can be so cruel

our bodies will betray

memories we hodld ear

will slowly start to fray

remember while you live

don’t let love go cold

because when it ends

love’s better left than gold





“i think i had a dream” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

different drummer



people talk, say this and that

when i don’t live by their plan

they don’t see what i’m getting at

they just don’t understand



don’t they hear a different drummer?

they must not need to fill the holes

they just hold up their existence

like the emperor’s new clothes



they say they want me to be happy

but i must play by their rules

and i should be considered lucky

living in this paradise of fools



don’t they hear a different drummer?

i wonder how they feed their souls

they just hold up their existence

like the emperor’s new clothes



don’t want to live by the dollar

always one more thing to own

selling my heartbeat by the hour

it’s like sleeping in a bed of stone



don’t they hear a different drummer?

out there living in the cold

they just hold up their existence

like the emperor’s new clothes





“different drummer” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

she’s the one



whether we’re out shopping

or we’re all alone

out a the movies

or sitting at home

talking face to face

or on the phone

she’s the one i love



i’m her babe

she’s my luv

there’s no one

i place above

we fit together like

hand and glove

she’s the one i love



side by side

for almost thirty years

her back to mine

through blood sweat and tears

she’s the real reason

that i’m still here

she’s the one i love



i’m her babe

she’s my luv

there’s no one

i place above

we fit together like

hand and glove

she’s the one i love



wonder if she knows

it’s hard to find the words

to say i love her

in the way i should

write a love song

if i could (called)

she’s the one i love



i’m her babe

she’s my luv

there’s no one

i place above

we fit together like

hand and glove

she’s the one i love





“she’s the one” copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

long brown hair



some time ago before i was old

and i could see more clear

there was a boy with long brown hair

i wonder if he’s still here?



i think i’ve heard him laughing

i’m sure i’ve heard him cry

i could swear i’ve seen him lurking

around the corner of my eye



he found a way to help some

and he always did his best

then they started killing folks

so he joined in the protest



i think i’ve heard him singing

i’m sure i’ve heard him sigh

i could swear i’ve seen him lurking

around the corner of my eye



he had a strong and gentle soul

and he believed he could fly

no one mentioned to him

all the dangers of the sky



i think i’ve heard him screaming

i’m sure i’ve heard him deny

i could swear i’ve seen him lurking

around the corner of my eye



somehow i hope he’s out there

yeah, i know he’s still alive

as long as i keep dreaming

i know that he will survive





“long brown hair” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

would i be better off



if my eyes had not opened up

if i had only stayed asleep

if i had tried not to awaken

if i had not found some peace



would my road be easier

would i be better off



if i had just stayed so angry

if i had stayed the same way

if i had covered up my head

if i had not found a new day



would my road be smoother

would i be better off



life goes on

there’s no sitting on the fence

facing challenges

living with the consequence

all you can do is pay the cost

and hope you’re better off



if my vision had been clearer

if i had just stayed in denial

if life had not been rearranged

if i had not learned again to smile



would my road be easier

would i be better off



if i had not had to start over

if i had not seen a way to change

if i had not felt new feelings

if i had stayed out in the rain



would my road be smoother

would i be better off



life goes on

there’s not sitting on the fence

facing challenges

living up to the consequences

all you can do is pay the cost

and know you’re better off



“would i be better off” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

sometimes



sometimes i think i say too much

sometimes i don’t speak so loud

sometimes listening gets tough

sometimes i will hear every word

sometimes i know where i stand

sometimes living is so very rough



now i’m finding out that living

it can require a lot more giving

but it’s not about

who i think i am



now i know we don’t think the same

now i know you don’t feel like i do

now i know you think that i’m insane

now i know you’re not fighting the dark

now i know you don’t always understand

now i know that words can all be in vain



so i’m finding out that living

it can be without misgivings

but it’s not about

every little whim



i hope that you know that i’m right here

i hope that i don’t seem too far away

i hope that i don’t make you shed tears

i hope that you still know my name

i hope that you still hold my name dear



so i’m finding out that living

is sometimes about forgiving

but it’s not about

who you think i am





“sometimes” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

i remember



i remember

how my days used to start

good morning daddy

that smile went to my heart

i remember

how i miss it so

i remember

it just seems so long ago



i remember

getting you ready for school

we’d tell jokes

act like a couple of fools

don’t remember

just where it all goes

i remember

it just seems so long ago



the child is grown

the boy is gone

time just keeps moving on

i just wonder…

where does that leave me?



i remember

how we would end our day

come on daddy

i’ve got games we can play

i remember

how i miss it so

i remember

it just seems so long ago



i remember

all the times that have been

what would give

if i could do tem all again

don’t remember

just where it all goes

i remember

it just seems so long ago



the child is grown

the boy is gone

life just keeps moving on

i just wonder…

where does that leave me?





“i remember” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

the dreamer



some say he’s a dreamer

like a lot of us stuck

in a thought, a time period

he answers because he must



the dream don’t seem so big

his time don’t seem so small

he just listens to the songs

and plays along with them all



he plays all the music

he sings all the words

it’s a young man’s game

those words just aren’t heard



the dream don’t seem so big

his time don’t seem so small

he just makes all the music

and sings along with them all



he loves what he does

you can see it in his smile

he brightens our hearts

makes us happy for awhile



the dream is not so big

it’s not a dream at all

for us he makes the songs

we answer to the call



“the dreamer” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

sunday-monday girl (little sister’s song)



she breezes in like sunday

with her light the world up smile

i just can’t help but asking

girl, can you stay awhile?

she sits down right beside me

talks in that easy going style

she’s got the brightest spirit

you can spot it for a mile



with the eyes that look into me

and the warmth of a dear friend

i’m lucky just to know her

hope the friendship never ends

hope it never ends



sometimes she’s blue like monday

when emotions are too near

her eyes can fill with laughter

sometimes they can spill tears

i’ve known her just a short time

somehow it feels like years

she’s like a little sister

it’s good to have her near



with words that reach into me

and the warmth of a dear friend

i’m lucky just to know her

hope the friendship never ends

hope it never ends



“sunday-monday girl” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

i know



i know…

that this

old world just keeps turning

i know…

we all

feel the warmth of the sun

i know…

all this

is going to end someday

i know…

that all

our deaths will surely come



what i don’t know

is how we all keep moving

what i don’t know

is when blind, how do we see?

what i don’t know

is where to find the answers

what i don’t know

is what the end might be



i see…

all the

happy little children playing

i see…

all their

beauty in being young and free

i see…

that it’s

their turn in the spotlight

i see…

that that’s

the way it should always be



what i don’t see

is why we all keep moving

what i don’t see

is just how blind i can be

what i don’t see

is where to look for answers

what i don’t see

is what the answers mean to me



i hear…

that good

fortune smiles down on us

i hear…

that love

will always win the day

i hear…

there are

people who are enlightened

i hear…

there’s some who have found their way



what i don’t hear

is my own two feet moving

what i don’t hear

is why this blindness must be

what i don’t hear

is the meaning of the answers

what i don’t hear

is what my future might be



“i know” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

any thoughts are welcomed.

[Zylly's Dad]

who wants to



who wants to

waste our life just working away

who wants to

not have something good to say

who wants to

miss saying i love you everyday

go through life with blinders on

before you know it life is gone



i want to be who i’m supposed to be

i know that it’s love that sets us free

i care that when you look you see me

even though i sometimes act differently

i just want you to know i care



who knows if

another day we will live to see

who knows if

all our dreams will come to be

who knows if

the next one to go is you or me

tomorrow that the sun will shine

or if i’ll get to write another rhyme



i want to be who i’m supposed to be

i know that it’s love that sets us free

i care that when you look you see me

even though i sometimes act differently

i just want you to know i care



who cares if

my hair’s short or it it’s too long

who cares if

sometimes you think i’m wrong

who cares if

we don’t like the same old song

that you are young and i am old

our stories are to remain untold



i want to be who i’m supposed to be

i know that it’s love that sets us free

i care that when you look you see me

even though i sometimes act differently

i just want you to know i care





“who wants to” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

clock watching



i’m here at work

thinking about my girl

every hour feels like

the end of the world

being with her makes

my whole world twirl

wish that i was there



clock watching

clock watching

can’t wait to get back home

clock watching

clock watching

she and i together, alone



can’t sit and listen

to the bosses lines

making me sweat with

every second of time

her sweet face keeps

flashing in my mind

i wish that she was near



clock watching

clock watching

can’t wait to get back home

clock watching

clock watching

she and i together, alone



won’t be long before

that whistle blows

how i’ve made it

i just don’t know

going home to the girl

that i love so

got to get home to my dear



clock watching

clock watching

can’t wait to get back home

clock watching

clock watching

she and i together at home



“clock watching” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005.

[Zylly's Dad]

the way i planned it



i thought it was just one more day

seemed things were going my way

when the doctor came

sat down in the room

so there wasn’t much he could say

what he did say, blew me away

crushed my whole life

with just a single word



life is changed

when dreams are gone

somehow life just

moves right on

take a breath

face the rain

this is not

the way i planned it



well for awhile it was rough going

there was just no way of knowing

what it was life

would hold for me

my friends and job were now gone

searched for what i had done wrong

tried hard to find

a much better me



life is changed

when friends are gone

somehow i still

moved right on

bit my lip

faced the pain

this is not

the way i planned it



now i’m putting things together

sometimes it’s stormy weather

looking for what’s left

of what used to be

well, a lot of things have changed

and still some remain the same

the further you go

the more you remain



life is change

and night is gone

somehow time just

moves right on

let out a breath

taste the rain

this is not

the way i planned it



“the way i planned it” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

throwing stones at trains



while i’m up in the morning

she’s already been long gone

so much time spent by myself

it just seems so very wrong

the stereo can’t take her place

seems to only play sad songs

there isn’t even time to tell her

it’s for her smile that i long



i just wish things would slow down

for awhile just stay the same

you can’t stop time from passing

trying is just a foolish game

it’s like standing on the tracks

and throwing stones at trains



we work and are so busy

there’s no time for holding hands

jobs and other pressures

it’s more than we can command

no time to smell the roses

or stop and listen to the band

it’s hard to stand against the tide

or control the shifting sands



i just wish that things could slow down

for awhile remain the same

you can’t stop time from passing

trying is just a foolish game

it’s like standing on the tracks

and throwing stones at trains



so let’s try to get together

i want to spend time with you

every time you look into my eyes

i go all weak just like a fool

just sit beside each other

talk like our love is new

need to tell you how i’m feeling

let you know my love is true



can we make things just slow down

for awhile just stay the same

maybe you can’t stop time’s passing

it could be a foolish game

but i’ll be standing on the tracks

and throwing stones at trains



“throwing stones at trains” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

May 31st my wife and I were married 30 years. Heres a poem i left on the front seat of her car.

30 years



i was seeing only darkness

till i saw the light in your eyes

thought that i was truly hiding

but you saw through my disguise

you gently smiled at me

slowly took me by the hand

talked so softly to me

i began to understand

this was love



i don’t know how you do it

you turn darkness into light

all i have to do is think of you

and everything seems alright

i don’t know how you do it

you draw laughter out of tears

i’m so glad that you have loved me

through all these 30 years



there have been mostly good times

and there’s been some hard times too

when i’m feeling completely lost

you always know just what to do

you gently look into me

you tell me i’m your superman

you walk softly with me

and again i understand

this is love



i don’t know how you do it

you turn darkness into light

all i have to do is think of you

and everything seems alright

i don’t know how you do it

you draw laughter out of tears

i’m so glad that you have loved me

through all these 30 years



now we are still happy together

after all these many years

our love just keeps growing stronger

through the laughter and the tears

you gently gesture to me

i know what you have planned

you merge softly with me

i know i’m still your man

this is still love



i don’t know how you do it

you bring such joy to life

all i have to do is think of you

and problems vanish from sight

i don’t know how you do it

i just know i hold you dear

i’m glad that you still love me

after all these 30 years



“30 years” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005.

[Zylly's Dad]

divided hearts



when i was young

i was afraid

just a little child

with little to say

loud angry words heard

and flashes of red

such impressions left

deep in my head

was this all my own fault

the pain was so sharp

it left me alone inside

my divided heart



divided hearts

divided souls

divided minds

in these divided times

divided thoughts

divided words

helping to start

these divided hearts

children shouldn’t feel

alone in the dark

children shouldn’t have

divided hearts



soon i’m in my teens

i still feel alone

a car stuck on a bridge

i wanted to go home

in the hopes i’d hear

that one small word

was it just me

why wasn’t it heard

with no friends to help

i couldn’t play my part

so i fell back inside

my divided heart



divided hearts

divided souls

divided fights

make long divided nights

divided thoughts

divided dreams

no living apart

from these divided hearts

our kids shouldn’t feel

like they have no part

our kids shouldn’t suffer

from divided hearts



now i’m an adult

or so they all say

sometimes memories

still surface today

now i know i’m loved

and yes i know it’s real

while it makes no sense

sometimes i still feel

just like that little boy

sitting along in the dark

trying hard not to show

his divided heart



divided hearts

divided souls

divided minds

sending out divided signs

divided thoughts

divided screams

wish i could part

from this divided heart

we all need to feel

a new place to start

we need to let go

of our divided hearts







“divided hearts” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

urn full of ashes



you should have known

him in his younger days

he always had such

kind words to say

he would be there

if you needed a hand

you could call on him

he was your man

more than that

he was a good friend

none of us

dreamed it would end

never thought id’ be looking at

his urn full of ashes



ashes to ashes

dust to dust

God called for him

he’ll call for us

we live our lives

we do our time

and in the end

we hope we find

that someone will see more than…

an urn full of ashes



years go by too fast

and life can fly by

sometimes we change

and no one knows why

many people shrugged and

thought him too strange

but he always treated

me just the same

thought that he would

just go on forever

he’d never leave

not now not ever

seems there should be more than…

an urn full of ashes



ashes to ashes

dust to dust

God called him

hope he’ll call us

we live our lives

we bide our time

and in the end

we pray we find

that someone thinks of more than…

an urn full of ashes



now we’re standing

under these cold grey skies

to pay respects

say our goodbyes

with family and friends

all gathered around

this small urn

sitting on the ground

though i know he’s

beyond his fears

i just can’t help but

cry my own tears

looking for something more than…

an urn full of ashes



ashes to ashes

dust to dust

God’s taken him

will he take us

we live our lives

we do our time

and in the end

we hope we find

that someone remembers more than

that urn full of ashes.





“urn full of ashes” copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

long grey hair



sometimes i think i’m too old

to keep my dreams so near

i’m just a man with long grey hair

just trying to stay here



i think i’ll just keep laughing

and know that it’s ok to cry

i’ll face any bad times lurking

and meet them eye to eye



i find some ways to help some

and i try to give my best

ride along with life’s jokes

trust God with all the rest



i think i’ll just keep singing

sometimes i know i will sigh

i’ll head off bad times lurking

and meet them eye to eye



i try to listen to my soul

and i believe that i can fly

i speak up loud and clearly

about the beauty of the sky



i think i’ve stopped the screaming

life’s much too good to deny

i’ll stare down bad times lurking

and meet them eye to eye



somehow i will stay out there

yeah it’s great to be alive

i will just keep on dreaming

so i know that i can survive







“long grey hair” copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Gemini Saga]

'Cause when you try
to make others feel good
They try to do the same

Do good deeds,don't ask why,
it should be understood
Life is just a game

Keep the good works up man ;) I like'em

[Zylly's Dad]

she holds me up



i’m not always certain

where i’m headed

and i can’t always say

which way is clear

i just don’t always know

why i hit the ground

then can’t always see

how i got down here



that’s when



she holds me up

up against the night

she holds me up

up into the light

she holds me up

she makes everything so right



i can’t always take

the way of the world

then it’s hard to tell

which way to turn

i sometimes don’t have

the right things to say

or know how to feel

about the lesson learned



that’s when



she holds me up

up into her warm arms

she holds me up

up away from all harm

she holds me up

she keeps me safe with her charms



sometimes i don’t speak

with much wisdom

maybe then i might keep

my confusion inside

i try so hard to listen

hear a nobler voice

still sometimes i find

those feelings will collide



that’s when



she holds me up

up away from the lies

she holds me up

up out of my disguise

she holds me up

she shows my clear blue skies



she holds me up

up against the night

she holds me up

up into the light

she holds me up

she makes everything so right







“she holds me up” copyright Todd Crossman, 2005

[Zylly's Dad]

'Cause when you try
to make others feel good
They try to do the same

Do good deeds,don't ask why,
it should be understood
Life is just a game

Keep the good works up man ;) I like'em

Thank you.

[Zylly's Dad]

she’d rather smile



it must be frightening for her

when the wolf’s outside her door

the things she thought certain

are not so certain anymore

when skies are dark and stormy

the rain is not easy to ignore

how can she spread her wings and soar?



it would be so easy to just run away

it would be so easy not to seize the day

it would be so easy to be in denial

but she says

“i’ll look for new hope tomorrow”

because she’d rather smile



every day seems to be a challenge

just trying to earn some pay

years ago she couldn’t have dreamed

her life would have turned out this way

it’s so hard to know what to expect

at the end of each long hard day

living life without having much say



it would be so easy just to run away

it would be so easy not to seize the day

it would be so easy to be in denial

but she says

“maybe i’ll find new hope tomorrow”

because she’d rather smile



with life constantly in motion

it’s hard to make a steady plan

but she knows that God is with her

well that helps her to understand

for her little red-headed daughter

she keeps on the best she can

that’s why she makes her stand



that’s why it’s so easy not to run away

that’s why it’s so easy to seize each day

that’s why it’s so easy not to be in denial

so she says

“i know i’ll find new hope tomorrow”

because she’d rather smile





“she’d rather smile” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2006

[Zylly's Dad]

My Love

Every day I want to say I love you.
Every day I want what I don't say to show you I love you.
Every day I want to learn something new about you.
Every day I want to delight in something ive seen in you from the start.
Each time I hear your voice I feel stronger.
Each time I hear your voice I go weak.
Each time I reach for your hand I want to know there will be no pain
Each time I reach for your hand I want to know there wil be that spark.
When we kiss, I kiss the woman I been married to all these years.
When we kiss, I kiss the girl I dated for the first time.
When we make love I hold the woman of my dreams.
When we make love I hold the woman that no dream could live up to.

"my love" is copyright todd crossman, 2006

[Zylly's Dad]

Who Knows



what if i can’t see tomorrow?

what if i loose my yesterdays?

what if i have no direction

while riding on a highway?



what if i can’t read the pages?

what if i don’t know the words?

what if my mind can’t accept

all the things my brain heard?



who who who

knows what their live should be?

who can see the forest

when overwhelmed by trees?

who who who

knows about salvation?

until they’re down on their knees



what if you can’t hear me talking?

what if your eye’s can’t see me?

what if you reach in my direction

and find where i used to be?



what if i just cry forever?

what if i let go of my fears?

what if i find myself drowning

in a river of my own tears?



who who who?

knows where their life might lead

who can see the forest

when overwhelmed by the trees

who who who

knows where their life might lead?

who knows where hope might grow

until you plant the seed





“Who Knows” is copyright Todd Crossman, 2006