Why does life have to be so hard.
Each day deals us a new card.
Sadness and pain are everywhere,
While happiness is often found to be rare.
People are almost always sad,
But some can hide all the bad.
Life can be so painful when buckets of rain are full,
In your body,
In your mind,
In your heart…which is broken apart.
K. Aldaya, 6/28/02
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There are no words to speak,
What I feel inside at my peak.
There are no words to see,
What is going on inside of me.
There are no words to hear,
Of what is in my heart to fear.
There are no words to tell,
What I know so very well.
There are no words at all,
To express what’s beyond this wall.
K. Aldaya, 8/11/03
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Some people seem to get it all, and all for free.
They never seem to have a fall, or pay a fee.
Their lives just seem to go, and go alright.
All their bills are paid and so they can sleep at night.
They look at those who are not and say they’re to blame.
They don’t have what they’ve got, so they’re not even close to the same.
They laugh at them for crying or being upset.
They criticize their sighing.
Why do they hold such regret?
It’s their life they control it, and in some ways they do;
But the truth is ‘God’ makes it fit.
‘He’ is life’s glue.
K. Aldaya, 8/11/03
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Now is all anybody has.
Each moment changes irreversibly,
Leaving us with: “What’s meant to be”.
Time can’t stop nor be rewound.
There are no retakes to be had
The end result: someday…sad.
Now is all that we have.
There is spirit and life that dies,
Leaving us with too many goodbyes.
K. Aldaya, 6/18/03
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It’s always there,
Deep, deep, inside.
It’s always where,
It is easy to hide.
In it’s hiding it rests,
Slowly growing; growing.
Passing it’s tests,
To keep going, and going.
Then all at once it erupts,
From being contained so long.
Showing more downs, less ups,
Destroying hearts’ song.
K. Aldaya, 5/29/03
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
