the curse of an Old Soul.

God,
You bore me to the worng time.
I wasn't meant for this world,
the way it is now.
I just dont fit.


Grandmother,
Trade me places,
Take Grandpa with you.
I want to live when you lived.
The passion everyone had,
It was real, they felt.
They Loved.
I want to feel and love,
and wear pearls.
I want to wear trousers that cover my navel,
and cotton dresses.
Tell me this is how it was.
I want to feel like i have the world at my fingertips.
Then give it all up for love,
and realize that this is my world.

Grandmother,

I want to live when you lived,
And Love how you Loved.


My Love,
Come back with me.
To when love came easy,
and stayed forever.
Then we would have already met,
All the way back to grade school.
We only lived blocks away.
You carried my books,
and i kissed your cheek..
We grew, and found
how big the world was,
and how small that town is.
We left a cloud of dust,
and some hushed good-byes.
Adventure in the headlights.


My Love,
we'd have grown our kids up,
the right way, slow and thoughtful.
we grew our own food,
and cooked every night.
i'd call them in for supper,
after they'd been playing in the dusk,
"wash up" I'd say.
because they would be dirty with real dirt.
kids don't get dirty these days.
we would have taught them to pray,
and love God.
You were my first love, my only love.
We'd be growing Old together,
With the wrinkles to prove it.
But i'm here, without you.
Find me... and lets go back.




God,
you bore me to the wrong time,
though its a harder path.

I now know why you put me here,

in this harsher world,

Longing for the years that i was made for.