Sometimes all the time we get
Is a quick minute or two
In the lives of others
With that time what do you do
Do you take that spot to lift them up
In what they're going through
When all the time you have in their lives
Is a quick minute or two

Do you show them loving kindness
To help them through their day
Never knowing who in front of you
Touched their lives along the way
You might be the difference
When a difference needs to be made
Which could be all the difference in the world
With what you do and say

Went to Jim's old hangout
Last night
Then
Had trouble
Sleeping
You know
When you see
Something
And
It is out of touch
But
So real
That you can
Reach out
And
You feel it
Yes
You feel it
Because
It touches you
And you feel it
And
You like the way it touches you
Yes
And you like the way it feels

.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...