Mother Nature's SonGeorge's small feet tip-toed across the floor, crossing over to John's bed. He felt like a child, but he had to talk to someone about it, and John was the only one who might have still been awake.He gently shook his shoulder. "John?""Mm." John mumbled something and rolled over, unwilling to wake up fully.George shook his shoulder again, a little harder. "John!"John's arm reached up, and he gently swatted his face, telling him to go away.Frustrated, George shoved him. John finally sat up, blinking at him in the dark. "Damn it, George, why are you waking me up now?"George looked down, suddenly feeling awkward. "I...I had a bad dream."John's eyes narrowed in irritation, but a soft smile at the hint of that childish endearment tugged at his lips. "What about?""Um....well..." George looked at him, his eyes half hidden under his dark hair. John's heart skipped a small beat. "Not really a bad dream...."John sighed, running his hand through his sandy hair. Cute could only go so far. "
What Do You Do?What do you do when your world's falling downAnd no hands reach out to save you?What do you do when tears fall from a frownAnd when you think of yourself you say 'Who'?What do you do when no one sees your painAnd people seem to make it worse?What do you do when frustration must be refrainedAnd every further step hurts?What do you do when you feel like falling downAnd just want to leave life behind....
Free As A Bird Chp. 2After a few minutes, he pulled back and looked towards the door. "Think we should let them back in?"I sort of laughed, but a sharp pain wracked my throat. It was only them that I realized my throat was actually really sore. "Probably."But they walked back in anyways.George surprised me. He didn't say a word, just ran forward and hugged me tighter then Paul had. I blinked, startled. Hesitantly, I hugged him back. "I'm fine, Geo.""Not a few minutes ago, you weren't." he mumbled.Ringo took one of my hands, saying nothing. I raised my eyebrows at the small tears trailing down his cheeks."Seriously, guys," I tried saying. "I'm fine."Paul rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you are now. Let us worry about you once in a while."George chuckled despite himself, and Ringo cracked a small smile. Awkwardly, George pulled back, looking down. "Sorry.""You don't have to apologize." I assured him. Suddenly a sharp pain wracked up my back. "Argh!" My torso arched backwards, as though to crush whatever had
Ride The TideWhat do I do when I don't feelSafe in my own home?What do I tell people when they askWhy can't I be content?Why do I always feelLike I'm in this fight alone?Why should I have to feelLike for happiness I'm paying rent?Each night, I sleep alone and close my eyesEach day, I fake a smile for every day of my lifeEach hour, I need to know someone is thereI need to know there's always someone who cares__________________________________Just close your eyes, girlKeep hope in mindThink about your life, girlYou're not left behindThink back in time, girlSomeone's always by your sideTry to walk the line, girlTry to ride the tide_____________________________________Why should I try to keep hopefulWhen someone's shoving my chin down?Why do I feel like I'mA slave in my own home?Why should I keep being resourceful?I shouldn't have to live through this roundWhy should I keep my goals in mindWhen I know they won't last though?Each night, I sleep alone and close my eyesEach