Things That Just Happen,
Things We Regret

All too often things don't 'just happen' but occur because of our own lack of foresight. I can only speak for myself and confess I have lacked that foresight several times, consequently hurting or upsetting someone unintentionally. The regret is much deeper when those I love are hurt due to lack of foresight.

Life's lessons are often hard and bitter in learning. Please, God, grant my person the wisdom to learn from my mistakes, for hurting others is the last thing I wish.

PS: Who says a man in his mid-50's can't have a dollie? Never mind, not to worry. Perhaps I am a strange person, but I love my rag dollie as much as any child who loves her dollies. I also like fairies and enchanted forests and flowers. If you think that is odd, the door is right behind you. Go find yourself a 'manly' web site - perhaps about sports, with lots of banners and pop-ups about Bud and Millers.


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Alone Again (Naturally)

Words and Music by Raymond O'Sullivan

In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying:
"My God, that's tough"
"She stood him up"
"No point in us remaining"
"We may as well go home"
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?
(guitar)
Alone again, naturally

Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start
with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally


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