She Cares

omg, she can't believe it's happening again.
She gave her trust unconditionally to love and best friend.
She never though she'd be alone, writing this same old story rhyme.
Still wondering if it's all been wasted time.

Her dream is to share unconditional trust and all her love.
She lives to give everything she can, needs no god above
to tell her what to do or how to feel to know what makes life real.
Her heart is pure and innocent, her love is the real deal.

And nobody knows how deep her love goes.
And nobody sees all her fantasies.
And nobody shares the way she cares.
Cuz nobody dares to live without fear the way she can,
nobody understands.

She's what some would call and angel
and what others call a saint,
but she isn't into labels
and is does not want a plaint.

She wants the real thing
someone who can
share it all and more,
someone who is is out there with her
and knows what life is for.

Life is for sharing, she's got nothing to hide.
Life is for caring, keeping nothing inside.
Life is for giving, no lies of false pride.
Life is for living all the way until we die.
Life is for living, and she will until she dies.

the way i care

i used to dream someone would come along
to write and sing the greatest love song with me
to write ecstasy in harmony, that's what i want to share
and all it would take is someone who cares the way i care

who cares
who cares the way i care
who cares
who cares the way i care

the way i care is unconditional
giving is the pleasure i seek
sharing only makes it better

the way i care is universal
there are no prerequisites
can you imagine it?

i used to dream someone would take my hand
and share the journey to a wonderland
created by the magic of sharing honesty
and all it takes is love and trusting unconditionally
caring unconditionally

who cares
who cares the way i share
who cares
who cares the way i share

tried and tried again i gave my all
unconditional trust leaves one so vulnerable
time and time again came the big fall
and i was left with nothing but the dream and a wall
alone with nothing but a wailing wall
alone banging my head against a wall

and i wonder now if that's how people are
starting our with such promise of true love
but still afraid to go that far

and i wonder now that i am almost gone
with nothing but a broken heart to give
how do i go on

who cares
who cares if i go on
who cares
who cares if i go on

used to dream
oh how i used to dream
used to dream,
boy, i used to dream

and still the caring
is all i know how to do
all the despairing doesn't last
it just does not feel true

when i am caring
everything is alright
and i can make it through any darkness
to this hopeful light

i care
i care if i go on
i care
and all the doubts are gone

i care
i care the way i share
the way i care
makes everything clear
the way i care
is just the way i care

i care
i care if i go on
i care
and all the doubts are gone

and so i dream
someone will come along

can you feel the love tonight? (living in rhyme)

it is everywhere, really, but when it is not shared personally, one on one, it leaves a desperately deep longing that sometimes feels like nobody cares and that is when the choices we make become so very important... the choice to empower the loneliness can lead to depression and death... the choice to embrace the love all around in solitude can lead to euphoric bliss... many people choose the former... saints and the like choose the latter... both may be fools, but the latter appear to be the happier fools, so maybe i should remember how to do that... maybe i still do if we look at many of my actions... but it doesn't feel like i do at the moment...

as i wonder who cares
and hear no one respond
should i imagine there's more
somewhere far beyond

as this life lingers on
through the magic of time
what i don't understand
is living without rhyme

so many people
live without rhyme

when two words rhyme
they make a sound like love
they make the language sing
some say from high above

when two words rhyme
they inspire my smile
and let me feel some hope
for a little while

and then i see
what i consider a crime
so many people
living without rhyme

somehow i keep reaching out
through the fears and the doubt
with hope that someone will understand

even when it's hard to find
somewhere deep within my mind
dreams of someone taking my hand

and taking the time
to live in rhyme

when memories fail

who cares when memories fail
who remembers
who cares in the end
who remembers

when memories fail...
as they do in an aging mind
the written words will keep who i am
from being left behind

when the mind goes...
as it does as time goes by
the written words will keep who i am
alive
and high

who cares
who remembers

the blues come when we forget who we are
the lows come when we forget what we mean
depression comes when we forget the star
we cast our dreams upon
and life is over when we forget we were here
when we are gone

the saddest thing in life may be
when trust is betrayed
especially when you trust someone
with the memories
and all the plans you've made

who cares
who remembers

when memories fail...
as they do in an aging mind
where are the written words
left behind

when the mind goes...
as it does as time goes by
where are the written words
that kept me high

all the reminders i wrote
all the songs i sang
the tapes were made to be the map to me
understand

who cares
who remembers

i trusted you with all that
the map that leads to me
where are you now
who can remind me
who i am?

when memories fail...

who cares
who remembers

when memories fail...

who cares
who remembers

when memories fail...

who cares
who remembers

you make it all better

when you care
you make it all better
turn these words into a song
make it the perfect love letter

when you care
the words flow melodically
when you care
you make me a better me

i want someone to hold me
and tell me i have worth
i want someone to show me
why i am on this earth
i want someone to love me
for how much i can love
i want to share unconditional trust
this is what i dream of

can you do it without delusions?
do you need god to tell you how?
we can create a shared illusion
that becomes real in the here and now?
just be sharing everything
unconditionally
just by trusting each other
unconditionally
we can make nothing else matter
and set ourselves free

nothing to fear, everything shared
ready to die cuz we know we're alive
here in this moment because we care
not waiting for something to arrive
you reassure me, i reassure you
believe in each other, it's all we need to do
because we believe in ourselves
and share - our dreams can come true

when we care
we make each other better
when we care
life becomes a sweet love letter

when we care
the verses flow in perfect time
when we care
the words all flow in perfect rhyme

that's what unconditional trust does
ask anyone with unwavering faith
but who can do it here and now
two reaching that perfect place

when we care
we can get there
when we share
we can get there
when we care
we can be aware
when we care
we are here
when we care
we are there

i want someone to hold me
and tell me i have worth
i want someone to show me
why i am on this earth
i want someone to love me
for how much i can love
i want to share unconditional trust
this is what i dream of

ever

it started with a word
becoming songs never heard

hanging out here since the beginning of time
wondering who cares about all these rhymes

there was so much more once upon an ever
then somehow it fell into whatever

now there's only wondering if ever
will ever return
back to the beginning of time
when will we ever learn


some say it started with a six letter word
and became so many songs you never heard

they all know it's a crying shame

donovan may or may not have known much about rimbaud, who's use of the word redskins in what may be considered his most classic poem demonstrates that even as he had the right idea, unleashing the shackles of the mind by opening the door to every possible experience no matter how society may view it, no matter how dangerous, no matter the outcome, he was still trapped in his own times, and yet reaching, like rimbaud, donovan definitely had enough of a grasp on the madness of the modern culture to write some words that express what i consider my understanding... as the who said, messiah's point to the door but no one has the guts to leave the temple... while some have risked everything (and died in the process), it may be that no one has the courage or awareness or whatever else it takes to actually open their mind to the infinite possibilities beyond the traps of the limited knowledge and accepted truths and traumas and beliefs of their culture in their moments on this planet, plane, life, or whatever we might call this experience... and as john said, god is a concept...

meanwhile, in other affairs of the heart, mind, and imagination, who cares?...

john's john

hanging out here since the beginning of time
wondering who cares about all these rhymes

not the loo, but the goo
lost in the garden of ones
there are few things quite as astute
as a three year old's salute

given the platform anyone with half a mind
can tear apart the fabric of space and time
numbers may explain everything in the end
but who makes maths a bff (do we pretend?)

disassociate as much as you can
if you want to believe in a master plan

you've got to burn if you don't want to rot
everybody dies forgotten or not

imagine forever as a garbage can
and god becomes a garbage man

there was so much more once upon an ever
then somehow it fell into whatever

whatever

hanging out here since the beginning of time
wondering who cares about all these rhymes

lost long ago (who cares)
the show is no show (who cares)
who ever said the show must go on
is gone, so gone, long gone
lost long ago, the show is no show
(who cares)

there was so much more once upon an ever
then somehow it fell into whatever

who cares who cares?

it's a wonder when the day begins
and all we care about is who wins
then fight like ignorant buffoons
who owns the earth, who owns the moons
as if all the things you can own
can keep you from feeling alone
of course you can buy love and friends
and it is real until it ends
but it won't end, there is no doubt
as long as the money doesn't run out
so hide your fear with a brass ring
hypocrisy becomes the king
just remember the most important thing
you never know what tomorrow will bring

who cares who cares if you don't
who cares who cares if you won't
it really doesn't matter to you
unless you do... unless you do

who cares who cares what people say
who cares who cares what games you play
as long as you get your pay day
who cares who cares... anyway

can you flip your world upside down today?
oh what would happen if you changed your mind...
today?


it's a wonder when the day begins
and nobody cares about who wins
because we all share the same heart
the feeling that we are all a part
of the life we live in this moment
the most spectacular event
is to trust another human being
with all we feel and all we're seeing
all we are is all we share
the moment we admit we care
and open up our hearts to sing
honesty becomes the king
just remember the most important thing
honesty is all we need to bring

who cares who cares if you don't
who cares who cares if you won't
it really doesn't matter to you
unless you do... unless you do

who cares who cares what people say
who cares who cares what games you play
as long as you get your pay day
who cares who cares... anyway

can you flip your world upside down today?
oh what would happen if you changed your mind...
today?

john's jealousy

hanging out here since the beginning of time
wondering who cares about all these rhymes

maybe we are all just jealous guys
waiting for an eiffel tower
remember what the joker said to the thief
where did here go anyway?

she never really understood the meanings of the songs
but still wanted him to be the love of her life
without the understanding she could not see what went wrong
maybe that's why truth cuts like a knife

propinquity is comforting
but that is not enough
when you can't find the door
the truth is rough

still and always wondering who cares about the rhymes
he still loved her for she was easy to live with most of the time

there was so much more once upon an ever
then somehow it fell into whatever

john's mother

hanging out here since the beginning of time
wondering who cares about all these rhymes

what happened between john and his mother was immortalized in song
right or wrong
relating is easy with your eyes closed
your mother must know

there was so much more once upon an ever
then somehow it fell into whatever