I turn on the radio, and hear such a familiar song. How did they know? It was my song, not theirs. It's my heart's song, I sing along, not knowing how, not caring how, how they knew my song. For my song had happiness... smiles, laughs, and jokes. Yet, every song has some sadness. The tears, the deaths, and the pain. The song fades away, I know not what I feel. I wipe away my tears, smile, and wait... wait for the next time that I hear my heart's song. - I have to appreciate how bad my poetry was in the sixth grade -