The Little Flower © 2002, Ryan Anderson

when i see a budding flower i think, it won't be much.
when i see a budding flower, no blooms on its spine, i think,
it won't last long. till the day comes when in full bloom i think,
it won't last long. when i smell its beauty i think, it won't last long.
till the day comes when it's gone, i think back to the day
when i saw that budding flower, i think of the days we spent together,
just you and me. but now i know i lost my greatest bud.

miss ya eric.

love, ryan

Dreams And Memories © 2003, Ryan Anderson

Dreams can be cracked , crumbled and broken. Dreams are just that, dreams.
Dreams are like a rose , Pretty and fragile. Pretty like a beautiful sunset, fragile like a baby.
Some dreams come true , some dreams die . Some dreams never were.
But some of the greatest dreams will bloom bright and gay, others will crush you under it's weight.
Memories are past dreams, dreams of days gone by.
But though the dream has passed i cherish the memories it gave.
And for that , I will not let that memory die.
For you see, That dream is my best friend .

Music: Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton and Will Jennings. Thanks, Mr. Clapton and Mr. Jennings, for letting me borrow your song. I really appreciate it. Comments about this page? Email Me!   (Webspace provided by Geek On The Run, LLC)