Patricia Ann Sandoval
There Are Times
There are times, I get lonely.
There are nights, I get cold.
There are times, I just want someone to hold.
They call me fighter, for all the burdens I bear.
They call me a free spirit, for all the laughter I share.
They call me independent, for the life that's my own.
They call me a winner, for all the progress I've shown.
When I'm alone, with my memories.
My only past was with you