by Tonya Buchanon, my best friend from infancy
For life is a street you walk down alone;
Lonely and distressed as not to be known.
The farther you walk, the farther you are,
Only to find there's nothing afar.
For some it's easy, for some it's hard
For me it's rough, successful and charred.
Charred by the fire that burns deep inside
For the one I love who isn't by my side
To have all this stress lifted away
Would be like sunshine on a cloudy day.