Those who** don't hesitate to help,
Often are those who don't know how to ask for help,
Often are those who need help, the most.

When the night is calm
There is tenderness
Within a dream I have
And the dream
Remains the same

Down through the years
Through pain and fear
And the spite of heedless fate
The tenderness abides
Right here by your side

And there will come a day
When the landscape will change
With the blending of hills
Which I bring with me
And your sweet valleys
Making the pathway smooth

                                        By Phil Roberts

If the world was blue
the sky and ocean would blend together
there would be no up, no down
roller coasters would travel in loops,
backwards plummeting to nothing
music notes would flow in crescendos
of sorrow melting to glass
spinning on a pipe
waiting to take shape
like the pink and white cardboard
consumed in a tornado of sugar
clutched in sticky hands and velcro shoes
of a little girl standing alone in a crowd
trying to find the secret to dissapear

The sun will come up tomorrow,
the flowers will grow in the spring,
May love abound in your life and
peace to your soul may it bring.

i only ever feel the weight of my heart
when i look at his face,
when i hear his laughter,
when i listen to his song—
i know i'm in love
with wonderment and fascination,
but with those feelings,
shouldn't the heart feel light?
indeed it might,
but here's the catch:
i carry the weight
of knowing
i'll never get this love back.