Let me spread my wings one more time, take me to my time when i roamed with the gods. my youth wasted in all its splender of my rebellious ways...yes i hear your wisper in this howlling cold wind as i spread my wings for the last time....im ready to come home !
You can kiss the canvas,
Or rip it up with attitude.
The essence of all worldly art,
And all its worth, is gratitude.
Art can lift you to the heavens,
Or take away your soul,
But both of those are better still,
Than having none at all.
So be thankful for the artists touch,
Upon their hands you feed,
And be grateful that your heart is beating,
Even if it bleeds.
In order to feel alive ......at times you got to **** your mind and stop doubting your worth!
Death avoids me.
For it knows I'm not afraid
One day we will meet
And embrace each other !
Within this crumpled heart of mine lays all the lies,you have made me believe yet i hunger for more.
Say thou lov’st me while thou live ,
I to thee my love will give .
never dreaming to deceive
While thou life endures .
I too thee will keep my truth,
As now, when in my day's of youth .
This my love assures to thee
Constant love alway's and for ever .
Give me that, with true endeavor
And I will restore to thee it's glory .
A suit of durance let it be
It can never know defeat,
Nor it can never rebel .
Such the love that I would gain
Such the love, I tell thee plain .
Thou must give, or woo in vain
So to thee, farewell my
lovely southern Belle .