Do you know
How to fight
Go lay down
Or set it right

Prison *****
Or make a stand
You better know
Who I am

When
Negative energy
Strikes again
Misery
Is not my friend
I will break
Before I bend
I will break
Before I bend...

I always saw a lighthouse,
The sea was always calm,
We walked the shores in total bliss,
Together, arm in arm.

I always had an Angel
Standing by my side,

Eyes that saw right through me,
Eyes that never lied.

I always had complete faith,
I felt that I was truly loved and adored,

I always felt very special,
I knew that my angel
Was sent to me
By my Lord.

I always thought I had been chosen
To live out my precious days,

With my blessed handsome Angel
Who I love for so many reasons,
In so many ways.

I always prayed that my Angel
Would love me, protect me,
And be proud of me
Until my dying day,

I still pray this prayer
With all of my heart
Every single blessed day;
Because I love my precious Angel
More than words
Can ever say.

By Lady R.F ©2017

A big bad wolf chased me through the woods,
through the forest beyond my golden castle
I ran and ran and ran, he frightened me so
Now it's okay, cause I led him to my fairy friends

My fairy godmother says, "Don't fear princess,
For you darling, we shall fix him immediately
into a huge Toad eating a fly, a toad with big eyes
and never ever again will he chase you dear"

Now I wander off the cheerful little path
where the sweetest of  honeysuckles grow
and follow sunlight to a little stream
where a handsome prince awaits for me

He toils all day and all year.
He takes each misgiving
and gives them momentary life,
through one lamentable tear...
Before he carries on digging.

He gets his hands *****,
as he digs through soil, earth and sweat.
No end in sight,
or he'd rather not see.
No solace he'd find,
no peace he'd let.

He only sees this expanse of land...
Of which he diligently keeps.
Tales told by dishevelled sand,
covering secrets
which he has been burying deep.

He has made this
his past, present and future.
He'd make sure that each would fit.
Tied to this grounds,
he is the worn-out keeper.
He never tells but he buries hatchets.