Not the Girl for Me

We didn't always get along so well.
Most of the time I made her life a living hell.

I'd pretend to be interested then make jokes to make her feel small.
I didn't know then that one day she would rise and I would fall.

After a while I finally came to my senses.
But it was too late, I had already burned those bridges.

I felt my heart ripping out of my chest.
It was all my fault for making her feel like she didn't deserve the best.

She was a great girl, innocent and pure.
I was in love with her, I knew that for sure.

I was young and naive, not knowing how to show my true feeling.
I wasn't sure if God was real anymore but before him I still found myself kneeling.

A few years passed, I'd almost given up.
Then one night, while out with some friends, I saw that girl I loved.

We talked until they closed down that bar.
I found myself lying with her underneath the stars.

At 19, we were invisible to the world.
I was floating above the clouds, cause I had finally gotten my girl.

I felt her hands run through my hair as I turned and looked into her eyes.
I trembled as she pressed her lips to mine.

I'll never forget the night we spent in that little Pontiac.
When I think about it, chills run down my back.

Months went by and I hadn't heard from her at all.
I couldn't understand why she wouldn't answer my calls.

Was it me or my past?
I want to know why we couldn't make it last.

I guess God has a plan for each of us.
So when you are lookin for love, don't get in a rush.

Let time work in your favor.
But never underestimate the power of your Savior.

Live your life according to his will.
Everything will be alright and you'll get the better end of the deal.

People come into our lives for a reason.
Some may stay for years and others only for a season.

But they still make a difference in our lives.
They help us to learn and to grow, they help us to survive.

So when someone passes through your life again.
Remember that you might be the one to help their new chapter begin.

Small Town Misery

Every time I go home its seems nothing is the same.
Its strange for me to see how much this old town has changed.

I come back now and then and people ask me where I've been.
We talk for hours as if we never stopped being friends.

The fields have turned to pavement and people are locking there doors.
The streets are filled with thugs and the corners with whores.

Its not the way it was when we were growing up.
You have to watch your back or you'll wind up getting mugged.

I remember the days when life was so easy.
People were honest instead of being sleazy.

I left when I was young and planned never to return.
I thought life was bad there, I guess I had a lot to learn.

I left my mom and my sisters in the hands of a small town.
I was wrong and now I'm sorry for the way I let them down.

I pray to God its not too late to get them out of that hell.
I'll keep trying until I die, no matter how many times I fail.

I try to look happy and pretend its all okay.
But deep down it kills me to see my family suffering this way.

With small towns you have big problems.
Most people aren't strong enough to solve them.

Thats why I ran away, as far as I could go.
Its not quite far enough but its better than being close.

I watch that place fall apart from a distance.
I wish I could help but when I think about getting closer I have a feeling of resistance.

It was nice growing up there but now its so different.
I'm afraid for the children of my siblings and what they might experience.

They're young enough now that theres still time for it to leave their memory.
But it has to be done soon, because they're growing up so quickly.

I'll make this promise here today.
I will get my family out, I will find a way.

If its the last thing I ever do.
I'll be happy knowing I've saved a few.

I think it may be my destiny,
To save my family from this Small Town Misery.