Sometimes I wonder if this will be the cause of my demise. I cannot fathom such an incessant desire to see the good in all things; grant nations the benefit of doubt. I am blind to all but intent, intrinsic nature, and heart. I create euphemisms out of people.
-Indigo B

All day and through the blue hours of night,
I pray to the one who made you; body and soul.

I ask God to invade your spirit
To show you Love and how much you're worth
On my knees I pray for the Lord to open your eyes

So you know..
This kind of love.. His and mine- are borne of light.

My love for you surpasses even my own understanding.
Just as God's Love does too.
I pray through the night that you, Angel, may know it too.

I'm hoping for rain on a clear sky day
I guess the optimist in me is really putting his reputation at stake

People may come and go from your life
But your words will always be with you
They'll never betray you
Sometimes they might catch a flu
But till the very end they will stick with you

I can fly with birds of sorrow,
I can fly with twisted wings.
I can fly like there’s no tomorrow,
I can sing like many springs.

People are but lonely birds,
Calling, calling, to be heard,
By other birds, by anyone,
Yet each bird keeps flying on.

Not ever pausing, to stop and hear
A lonely voice, calling dear,
The voices are lost, the voices are found
In the sound of the song, the song of the sound.

But I can fly on lonely waters
And stop to sing with lonely souls,
I can linger on the frontier,
And stop to sing, all alone.

I can soar above the clouds
Watching for someone worth singing with
Watching for someone in the crowds
A singer of songs, a legend, a myth.

But the sky is still grey, so bleak and dark,
Of blackness and unwanted things,
So I fly, as lonely as a lark,
Singing alone, on whispered wings.