I wonder if trees feel pain when asked to accept a season's passed? Or if the path trodden with footprints side by side, grieves when only one returns. Leaves drop, but I hear no crying. Rain falls, but puddles call the children near. I'd like to be a tree whose branches bend with the turning winds Or the muddy trail full of splashy laughter and grins But it's Winter and the wind of change cuts, icy blades, and my tender roots are battered and torn. So I will wait until Spring arrives, and with her Hope. She will dry my tears and shake off the dust. Show me beauty I can love and trust. She will fill my baskets to the rim. And heal my heart deep within.
Home is a little word that conjures up a lot of feeling. Songs have been written about it. Sports teams play better there. Great movies survive on there being no place like it. It’s often sweet, and a place where soldiers return.
Home is where we feel safe. It might not be in a house; It might be in a garden, in a tree, or a special spot tucked away, like a desk where you read and write and dream.
Home can be in the voice of a friend who understands you or in the arms of someone you love. It can be in a book you read or a song you hear, and you say, “That’s how I feel too!”
Home can be a wet nose welcome from your favourite pet, a place to relax, feeling comfortable being you. It’s not in all our treasures, or where we’ve lived our whole life through.
Possessions can be broken, Jobs take us overseas So it’s always good to remember home does not reside in things.
It’s a special sort of belonging, unique to everyone. Some people have a lot of it, and some people have none. So be a home for someone. Smile and make their day. Make them feel welcome. Tell them you’re glad they came to stay. Share a hug. Lend an ear. Be hospitable and of good cheer.
More precious than gold or silver, home is something we can share. Be a home for someone; Show that someone cares.
Though life abounds with blossoms bright, fed and watered, nurtured right; And trees along the river bank, strengthened so, display their might, Saguaro, YOU surprise me most and give the desert dwellers hope.
Alone, you stand in arid sands without your roots in greener lands, yet strong and tall and bright, command my respect and awe.
Deep inside your prickly skin, you've stored life's sunshine deep within; Though scarce the raindrops from the sky, you've captured each and treasured, "MY!" If I could be like you, what heights I would achieve. And revel in acceptance that, like you, I'm planted right where I should be.
I’ll always think the best of you I won’t assume the worst No matter what the circumstance No matter what the hurt. Until I’ve walked a mile in your shoes Until you’ve walked in mine Jumping to conclusions in just a waste of time.
Rumours fly like butterflies Landing gracefully Bringing honey on their tender lips so innocently; But until I’ve come to you my friend And sought to understand, I won’t believe a word they say because Truth ain’t second-hand.
We observe but do not see The possibilities. We only see through coloured lenses of our own reality. I don’t know what’s in your heart You don’t know what’s in mine So let’s leave the temptation Of judging behind.
I didn’t mean to hurt you What you read, wasn’t what I meant. Words were taken out of the context Of my heart’s intent. So, come walk with me my friend. Let’s try to talk it out ‘cause wouldn’t life be sweeter with the Benefit of doubt?
The benefit of doubt my friend, That’s what I’m giving you The benefit of doubt Can’t see it working any other way.
The bow is heavy in minor key She is not here to hold or see But all that she has meant to me beats loud and clear and free,
In the rhythm of my life’s pace, the looking glass reflects her face, and though, see now this empty space, resounding, the vibration shakes and fills the album of my heart.
An album that has no end, No limit of pages; For boundless are our hopes and dreams The things we stand for, the memories we create.
So, Mother, you are not gone Your dreams and hopes and gifts live on In the life of your daughter before you today As I watch my children, hear the things they say And when they ask This album I’ll show We’ll turn the pages, And they will know.
And now upon that pillow layAll that remains of the tragic dayReduced to a box,His ashes stay,Wrapped in a blanketGiven at birth.Will anyone know how much he was worth?I want the world to know!I remember--I remember well;So my sweet brother, your life I'll tell.Too hard to rememberThe loss so great,They swept all reminders of that terrible dayAnd even those that had come beforeThey just shut the door,As if you'd never been.Gone were the photosWhere are the toys?Can't we even remember the JOY!?I lay beside your boxBefore we take you to the seaFor now... you are here with me.Your scent deep inside this blanket sweetWill you stay, if I keep it neat,Or will you fade like memories?And now?Some days I'm shocked to see youWalking by on city streets--The grown man you could have been,Tall and handsome.Daily reminders come through my own two boys--Blonde and bright like you,And I hold them close.
It’s just spackle. Cracks start And you keep cleaning it out And filling it up With new brands But it cracks again Because it’s just spackle And so it’s gonna ***** Because the house shifts When it rains When it blows In the sun Nothing stays the same So spackle cracks And that hole Needs filling. I’m tired of brands; Seems there ought to Be a Carpenter Who’ll fix the holes For good.
Bankers in their London coats And Purple cords and Polo’s boast That they’re worth all the bonuses But what really bugs me is How little grey matter it really takes To shift around and play the stakes And now they’re off ‘cause taxes hit Their gilded storehouses, now the s---it Has hit the fan Mass exodus from the land That gave them all the honey, Money! But what’d they do with all our funds!!? Cocked it up, that’s what they’ve done!! The whole world’s in a mess, And I for one heartily confess I’d like to see their shirt tails fly Them right across the sky Into Haiti, Open their eyes See what all their money buys Drown out all the childrens’ cries… With seaside yachts and enterprise.