Poens to write
doth they lead path right
to bring a smile
A company in lonely mile
write tis in sorrow
for them findeth no tomorrow
life of the pained who doth care
none their sorrows share
Love lost to human need
words it doth feed
who hath tis arm
never cared yet friendship warm
pety

Not by the autographs they sign
not by the clothes worn fine
yet to them with deeds divine
true are these heroes as distant star shine
…
young be a boy helping a blind man
old be a lady lending water in a can
smart be a nurse cleaning a bed pan
even a dog for its dying master ran

rude maybe a teacher yet for the poor a fees he give
hard might be a butcher yet a meat free for poor to live
cruel can be a soilder yet blood he doth give
a hunter even adopts animal kids to live

not by the image heroes they are
not by courage heroes they are
yet by acts of love none see
heroes of time tough little their deeds be

Eyes of tis world seek the perfect
Precious gems imperfect
praised are the deeds perfect
yet creative genius imperfect
journey of life adore the perfect
Fool a brand for imperfect
Fortune and fame perfect
selfless acts imperfect
copy of success perfect
hearts different imperfect
seek ye to be perfect
beauty in souls imperfect

Oh what hath bought us near
a friend so far yet near
Oh what could make an empty heart fill
sweet memories of past as treasures fill

hearts of gold in times of pain rare
love shall pay this journeys fare
far by miles a million
yet to this heart a treasured million

who hath made our path to be crossed
destinys and fate as ship in waves tossed
for tommorow is what we know not
yet hope shall fill the hearts empty lot

in times facing defeat
hearts miss a beat
in loves warmth to treat
hearts miss a beat
in success dangerous feat
heart miss a beat
in the cradle of deaths seat
hears miss the final beat

By his lips he thought us to pray
A father in heaven to call every day
Hallowed be his name
Our heart to be pure for we are in his image same
We do plead on earth his kingom to come
yet we destroy the nature to benefit some
A daily bread we ask and he doth give
Do we share it with the hungry to live
Forgiveness from him we do seek
yet in our strength do we suppor the weak
We do forgive are the words we say
yet jealousy and hatred in our hearts do stay
Teamptaions he doth clear in our way
Yet by words and deeds we sow it everyday
Deliverence we do ask by his hand
yet against evil our heart doth not take a stand
His is the kingdom power and glory for ever
A father to us who forsake us never
tis a simple prayer we do say everyday
Not by words but with action in our way

Many a tales held in tis heart
Yet tis not a story out of a writers thought
A day the sun burned its best
I stop for a drink my back acking to rest
Ere I saw a scene played by GOd
A Friendship between a boy and  dog.

Dressed in cloths a needle cannot mend
To beg for money his masters did send
His arms feeble and hairs brown
A cry for help in hunger to drown
Seeketh he the money for food
A few refused and some gave for good

The hunger in him burnt with will
His cries sought for a stomach to fill
Tempers soared as strangers never let go
An irate man poised for a blow
Words of hatred and abuse loud
None to stop , the boy stood his ground

Out from nowhere a loud bark
The boy’s face lighted with spark
The stranger let his hand low
Words of abuse stopped to flow
A mangy mutt wild with hairs white
Many a battle scars in street fight

Snarling teeth of the protecting friend
strangers backed and the war did end
Hugging his friend the boy walked away
Tis heart had words. yet tears spoke that day
Tales of love and friendship written in sand
Yet the Friends of the street bound by natures hand