"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Wednesday, May 20, 1992

Through The Night

I know things are really foggy now.
I know your poor head is filled with doubt.
I feel the hurt imprisoning you.

Everything you feel, I feel too.
I want so bad to reach out and say,
"Oh well! It's just another day!"
but this time I've got to go on and live,
and see just what this life can give.

(chorus:)
But, I just want you to know,
wherever you might go,
when you close your eyes,
and break down inside,
I can feel it too.
I just want you to see
how much it's hurting me,
and when I close my eyes
and break down inside,
I wonder, can I make it through the night?

For way too long, something felt so wrong.
I knew it deep down all along.
I tried to pretend it didn't matter,
but we couldn't overcome the pattern.
But, my love for you was not a lie,
and to make it work, we both did try.
Something vital just isn't there,
but that doesn't mean that I don't care

(repeat chorus)

Maybe, there's a future; Maybe, there's not,
but I'll never appreciate what we've got
unless I find out what I want;
just who I am and what I've got.
I would never intentionally hurt you,
which is why this is such an issue.

(repeat chorus 2x)

May 20, 1992