WITHIN MY HEART

Within my heart there sits,
A man with untold dreams.
Within my heart of love there sits a dreamer,
I'm sure of it, or so it seems.

But what good is he doing,
With my dreams left to die?
My heart has forgotten how to love,
in a wake of days gone by.

And why, oh why, is he there?
He never dreams at all.
He's bitter and lonely it seems,
Never looking beyond the wall.

The wall is tall and stout,
Letting no one come near,
It doesn't feel love or laughter,
It hasn't in well over a year.

In time my wall will crumble,
Giving way to love's intense light.
Then I hope the dreamer in my heart,
Sprouts new wings and take flight.

–Hurley (copyright 2007)

suits ya my man, you are a bitter old bastard , but arent we all?

yeah last year I was, note the 2007 copyright

it's easy to be bitter and mean, it's more fun to be the bad guy, but you have to actually try to be loving, you have to search and dig deep to be the good guy.

If you play it right the role works out, everyone still thinks chistopher reeves is superman, because he played the good guy so well.

the tyrany of evil men is easy to give in to, we all feel weak, stand strong, stand for what you are and not what life trys to make you, love will follow, has to right?

Superman got Lois............

Nice and true for many