Maybe on some summer evening,
When the sun begins to set,
All the day's forgotten daydreams
Will no doubt come home to rest.
With our hearts and minds divided,
On this planet we call home,
We will learn how we've provided,
And that no one is ever alone.
Time has ways to heal the sadness,
When we fall and stumble so,
Savor all the tears and gladness,
Love of life and friends to know.
If tomorrow brings an ending,
And the path is strewn with woe,
Know that all your life's a journey,
We will reap what we do sow.
Love of all that life has given
Will remind us where we've been,
Giving all your heart's desire
Never hurt a weary friend.

Giving life comes from the heart,
The toils and tribulations start,
The inner strength we sanctify,
Will ever endure and never die.
Facing life is a daily struggle,
Sometimes life can burst the bubble,
But reaching deep within our souls,
We come back stronger in control.
My life has been a tapestry,
Of happy times and misery,
But through it all it always seemed,
I never lost my will to dream.
So when life stops you cold and fast,
Remember the sadness will never last,
And strength of purpose drives us on,
Each breaking day brings a joyful song.

Childrens' voices from the grave,
Screaming out their fateful falling,
Hurling hurt towards the heavens,
Not knowing what the blast can do.
Bombs of plenty on the mantle,
Neatly tucked for some tommorrow,
Eager eyes who will see no truth,
In what disaster they will promise.
Haunting hate with no foundation,
Stews and brews in caldrons made,
Who records the crashing moments
When the naked children die?
Faraway of lands they're coming,
Calling out that God prevails,
But no God would **** the babies,
Except a being who lives in Hell.
Fires flourish in their visions,
People die with blistering eyes,
Losing all they ever fostered,
In their dreams of lullabies.

I
know
   who
      stole
       my
          soul.

Give
  it
    back
      before
        I
   ­       steal
           yours
             , too.

Life
  might
     take
      my
        worldly
            possessions,
          ­    and knock me flat
                most everytime,
                   but my soul is mine,
                     so leave it be.

Oh, here you come again. No, no, no, you can not have my soul.

light like lightning
     heat like smolding fire
        burnt passion in the embers
          where to go tomorrow

night like a warm blanket
     darkness like an empty box
        lost memories in the cellar
          what to become of me

restless thoughts rambling
    uncertainty knocking at my door
         long days and longer nights
            where is my mission in life

lost soul flying aimlessly
    spirits haunting my dreams
        great moments lost in time
           what will be my legacy

Little children love to come dancing,
Like tiny raindrops falling from heaven;
Glimpses into their unspoiled hearts,
Spread joyous rapture we can not measure.
Fallen angels come silently flying,
Like forlorned agents of lonely desire,
Their wings so gossamer, light as feathers,
How sad and distant their hearts are crying.
Furious demons come creeping along,
Slithering snakelike in the darkest hours,
Longing to carve their history in blood,
Causing great havoc on all who will listen.
Transparent clouds come floating freely,
Holding miracles of peace on this earth;
Hoping and healing we bask in their glory,
Knowing that faith is the beacon of light.

If spiritual longing comes deep within,
Then let my spirit soar on heavenly wings,
For there is more to living here and now,
Than just what we can touch and see.

Let monumental hurt and sorrow here,
Come tumbling down with words of love,
While we can still appreciate the moments,
That God has granted graciously to all.

Cleanse all my darkness days that came,
Let live my heart to hold another near,
Hurl hope into my aching mind and soul,
Let me sing heartedly for all to hear and know.

For since my birth into this swirling world did come,
I knew that He had meant for me to show the world,
That I can feel the hurt that others do unto another,
With still the capacity to forgive and love abundantly.

Who says that our paths are set in stone and steel,
While we can still be molded into something  etheral?
I look with a child's eyes toward the clouds and know,
That someday all who are sad will feel the endless joy.