My thirteen year old daughter was about to venture off on her own for two solid weeks. That doesn't mean that I don't care. Thank you and God Bless you my poet friend. Thank you so much for reading. She was afraid to go this alone.
I come imploring you to help me rise above the desert storms Give me the treasured hope above your measured leisure and for sure, It will be a pleasure to sing the songs of lamentations no more, Because my future shall shine like the north star. Thank you for your protecting hands. If you need the science geek to give you answers from a textbook, I'm your guy; if you just want a friend to sit by you in bio and help you feel better when you're sad, I'm still your guy. Thanks for reading and commenting again. Thank you for giving me wings.
Two souls touching, reflecting one another By the time she opened her mouth to speak, I woke up not able to blink. Eventually we found her a cute duplex, where she and her fiance lived right next door to the other hockey coach. To there somehow If I had wings to fly If I had wings to fly I would fly to be alone Where nothing could go wrong And I would sing my song If I had wings to fly I would mount above the world To escape your winds that whirl And the stones of boys and girls If I had wings to fly If I, If I had wings to fly, I would view from a bird's eye How lonely you and I would be when doves fly, doves cry If I, If I had wings to fly I would view from a bird's eye How lonely you and I would be when doves cry, doves die Chorus If I had wings to fly I'd fly right back to truth To a place of hope with you Where we could start anew If I had wings to fly I'd make my flight complete And take you high with me For all the world to see If I had wings to fly If I had wings to fly I'd not fly away again For I was wrong there and then I won't wish for where I've been If I had wings to fly I'd give my wings to you For your love for me is proved And our love can not be moved Even if I had wings to fly Copyright © Year Posted 2007. With artistry of coloured sheen. What it meant to lose you, No one will ever know. We were going to celebrate our two little roots planting some roots of their own.
The miracle of life is waiting for you to see. Grab these moments, cherish them with delight, You might not see them on your next flight. Mommy will walk with you and kiss you goodbye. Let the wind take you and lead you across the winding roads, into the hands, you solely search for to help and to hold. So yes, roots, while they needed constant tending, nurturing, and care, were easy. It's not just all scientific like David says? As the years pass by and maturity abounds, I find my self settling in behind a large boulder Right at the tail out of the back eddy, providing me with an ample food supply. I am so proud of them both and thankful for their gift of a beautiful angel into our lives and this is how I happened upon this poem.
What is your favorite animal? An angel with one wing is imperfect. So let the sun die down and let the morning pour in hope of anew to come. Those are the people who will look beyond the obvious and see things in this world that are truly wonderful. I am so glad you enjoyed my work. After moving her in to what would become her home away from home for the next three years, I vividly remember thinking as my husband, my older daughter, and I drove away, and we were watching her standing there waving, that she wasn't ever coming home again; not to live there. The only hands that can make you feel whole and holy, even without a halo. Every day and every night, when you feel the need to hold me tight.
What a delightful and enjoyable poem to read. Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. Still tied tightly behind Your lies? We are all halved wholes Halved by the hands that Call us sons, call us daughters And yet your breath is of Eternal damnation It burns They hurt; These wings If we can't use them Why have such things? Big, Biggest Love, Jeff Gaines Rain on me, For I have been longing to be free. Oh, before I forget, your poem reminded me of Judy Garland singing Over the Rainbow!!! I'm afraid of being hurt again. Our roots are so strong and hold us so firmly together, we are positive that we, as a family, can weather any storm. Mankind can fly, yet, was born with no wings, Arm me with hope, oh Good samaritan, some birds have wings yet can never fly. No matter how many times you get beaten down No matter how many times you get oppressed No one can suppress the freedom of words And it is these words in the spirit of freedom That will give me wings to fly.
Go figure I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. Saintly carrying a borrowed pen and paper taking another step in life With the hope of scribblling a line or two and be regarded as the learned villager. Now it was my turn to shed a tear or two. God Bless you my friend. After all, roots are those things embedded in tradition, a sense of belonging, and knowing that you are loved, not matter what you say or do.
I have been going through very hard times and felt so angry and deserted by God. Everyone loves you very much because you are a wonderful angel of God's. Dark pictures need to be made lighter or very dark pictures ned light lettering. Thank you for reading and the appreciated ten. I will fall and feel pain.