I was setting on a hillside late Christmas eve. Not saying a thing to anyone. When a man came up along side of me and sat down. We sat there for hours and said nothing. The moon went and the sun came up. The man stood and started to walk away. Then he turns and said someday there will be world peace. Then he left. I thought to myself that had to be Christ. For this is Christmas and he would have only known.What was on my mine.

I was setting on a hillside late Christmas eve. Not saying a thing to anyone. When a man came up along side of me and sat down. We sat there for hours and said nothing. The moon went and the sun came up. The man stood and started to walk away. Then he turns and said someday there will be world peace. Then he left. I thought to myself that had to be Christ. For this is Christmas and he would have only known.What was on my mine.

To_ Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory... Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed And so their thoughts, when you are gone, Love itself shall slumber on. As the moon glows upon trees The birds will sing a song so pretty only To----

The ground is all most covered in snow. As you look you can see a rabbit running in the snow. Leaving a trail of foot prints behind. On the old school grounds a small deer looking for food. Walking around leaving it prints all behind. The snow begins to fall heavy covering the foot prints. The children are now heading to school walk slowly making footprints. The snow if falling and all is blanket now and the foot prints are gone. What a snowy day to make footprint in the snow.

The lighthouse It stands on an island all alone. Shinning so bright at night. Looking for the ships that go by in the dark of night. Looking for a friend to wink at is away of life for this house. A wink in the fog will guide these ship safe and sound to the main land. When at night you look to the sea you will see. The lighthouse so bright is sending you a friendly wink

Dear Former love, This is my last letter to you. You have made me blue just one too many time. I can't sleep thinking of all the heart aches. This is the only way. Goodbye and good luck for this is my last letter to you

There will be blood on his hands none in his heart. A boy is shot. A girl is *****. Where is the man in charge. A school has a, shooting, people in a church gun down. What is the man in charge of doing. Young and old being killed for no reason at all. There is blood on his hands because he has none in his heart. Soldiers are dying all over the world.Even on our streets. Who is in charge. He has blood on his hands and no blood or love in his hear