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A Special Person

One nite in October, 1997, I was chatting in Yahoo with a bunch of my friends, and this guy came in the room. We all started a game of "Name that Tune", and "Who Knows the Words?" It all started with Proud Mary. Well, to make a long story short, this guy became a very special person to me. He showed me that life doesn't end in the fact, it's just beginning! He was there for me in some very rough times, and he went away when he knew I had to do it on my own. He will always be my "special friend" and I only hope one day, I can repay even a fraction of what he has given me. The following is dedicated to him...

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Lock and Load

Well, I wish I had a nickel for every time I fell and blamed someone else.

I'd give a ton of money to the ones I've hurt and I'd still be sittin' pretty well.

I've spent years losin' touch of what's right and what's real, caught up in these missions of my own.

And you're tellin' me you think I've done so damn well while we're sittin' here a thousand miles from home.

There's a hole in your wisdom, a hole in your sky, two holes in your head where the light's supposed to get by.

So many times I've seen chances disappear. I hesitate and watch them slip away.

Like the time I fail to spend with the ones I love, and it's gone sure as yesterday.

All these users and fakers, big time takers, manipulating everyone they see. I get caught up in their schemes and their useless dreams.

And the only one I have to blame is me. I get turned 'round and twisted, pulled left and right.

I can see where I'm goin', but I can't see the light.

I can sit here, in the back half of my life and wonder when the other shoe will fall,


I can stand up, point myself home

And see if I have learned anything at all.

Mediocrity's easy, the good things take time.

The great need commitment, right down the line.

Time to lock and load, come in from the cold, pay these debts I owe, and start again.

I've been down this road. I've seen things get old. Time to get control and start it all again.

Time to lock and load. Time to get control. Time to search the soul, and start again.




Bob Seger from It's a Mystery