Security

Sometimes I wish you were cruel to me
just so I�d have an excuse to go
Instead I�m holding on so tight
and learning that death comes slow

I used to think in sudden terms
a world of black and white
Now I know the subtle truth
and the dimming of my light

I used to shine so brightly
back in my carefree days
but I haven�t time for living now
I�ve long outgrown that phase

And I don�t want to be
a martyr to my dishes
I�ve still got so many dreams to dream
so many unwished wishes
And I don�t want to leave
unless you leave with me
but I know I can not live this life
when living�s for the free

It�s time to turn the ringer off
It�s time to throw out the phone
All the creature comforts filling up
can�t make this place a home

Playing it safe is a losing game
You know you can�t get there from here
Build it up till it�s too much to lose
Security is another word for fear

If loving you means losing me
what will I have to give?
When the daily grind has ground us down
what life have we left to live?

And I don�t want to be
a martyr to my dishes
I�ve still got so many dreams to dream
so many unwished wishes
And I don�t want to leave
unless you leave with me
but I know it�s time to change this life
There�s so much more that we could be

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Unless otherwise noted all photos and writing belong to Crystal Torres
The above photo of my grandmother was probably taken by my great-grandfather Dennis McCarthy.