I shall be your silver and your gold,
A treasure trove, a love to behold.
In shades of silver, in hues so bright,
I'll shimmer beside you, in the darkest night.

Like silver, I'll be a calming stream,
Reflecting your hopes, your every dream.
In moments of joy, in times forlorn,
I'll be your comfort, from dusk to morn.

And like gold, I'll shine with radiant gleam,
A treasure trove in the love's grand scheme.
I'll hold your worth, your spirit's fire,
A priceless gem in life's grand desire.

In times of need, I'll be your strength,
A guiding light, no matter the length.
I'll be your warmth, when the world feels cold,
Both silver and gold, a love untold.

Together we'll gleam, a blend divine,
Your silver lining, your gold, that's mine.
In the tapestry of love, our story will unfold,
For I shall be your silver and your gold.

When love heard not a word, yet felt so clear,
In silence profound, its whispers appear.
A language beyond words, a heartfelt touch,
Love speaks in silence, it's never too much.

Through unspoken moments, emotions unfurled,
Love's symphony played, in silence it swirled.
Not in spoken verses or phrases heard,
But in the quiet spaces, where hearts were stirred.

When love heard not a word, but a soul's yearning,
In silence, it ignited, softly burning.
Eyes met, conveying what words cannot say,
Love's essence lingering, refusing to fray.

In the hush of a gaze, in a soft caress,
Love conveyed its depth, a wordless address.
For sometimes in silence, love finds its voice,
A language of the heart, the ultimate choice.

When love heard not a word, it felt the beat,
In the silence, emotions found their seat.
For love transcends language, it knows no bounds,
It thrives in silence, where true connection resounds.

Oh Lord, where the magnolias bloom,
In nature's sanctuary, where beauty finds room.
Amidst verdant meadows, their fragrance sways,
A tranquil haven, where peace portrays.

In the garden of grace, where blossoms thrive,
Magnolias whisper tales, keeping memories alive.
Their petals, like whispers of divine delight,
Underneath the sun's golden light.

Oh Lord, in this haven, serenity prevails,
Where magnolias dance on the wind's gentle trails.
Their blossoms, a canvas of purity and grace,
In this sacred abode, a heavenly space.

Their fragrance, a hymn in the whispering breeze,
Underneath the magnolia's sheltering trees.
In this haven, prayers find their way,

Love shall straighten her crown, oh so fair,
In the moments when life seems to ensnare.
With tender hands and a gentle touch,
Love brings solace, oh, so much.

In times of doubt, when skies are gray,
Love whispers courage, showing the way.
It lifts her spirit, helps her stand tall,
As she faces the world, through it all.

When chaos reigns and troubles brew,
Love steadies her, strong and true.
Straightening her crown with tender care,
Love reminds her she's beyond compare.

Through trials and storms that come her way,
Love's support ensures she won't sway.
Her crown may tilt, but love's embrace,
Restores its glory, its rightful place.

With grace and kindness, love adorns,
Her spirit, where confidence is born.
Love's touch, a blessing, soft and profound,
As it straightens her crown, with love unbound.

So let love be her guide, her steadying hand,
As it straightens her crown, so grand.
For in the warmth of love's pure sound,
Her strength and beauty are steadfastly crowned.

In a realm of dreams where time suspends,
A thousand kisses, each one transcends.
Soft whispers woven in the night's serene,
A tapestry of love, an enchanting scene.

Upon the slumbering mind's soft drift,
A thousand kisses, a tender gift.
Each one a story, a gentle stream,
In the realm of dreams where hearts redeem.

With every touch, a whispered sigh,
A thousand kisses, each a lullaby.
In dreamscape's embrace, where lovers gleam,
A thousand kisses, a cherished theme.

Through moonlit paths and starry skies,
A thousand kisses, where passion flies.
In the land of dreams, where fantasies teem,
A thousand kisses paint love's sweet esteem.

So in the quietude of night's soft gleam,
A thousand kisses, a cherished dream.
In the silent whispers, love's eternal beam,
A thousand kisses, a celestial scheme.

All the light in this room
Comes from the stars in your eyes
They sparkle and shine like jewels
And fill me with wonder and surprise

All the light in this room
Comes from the smile on your lips
They curve and curl like petals
And makes me want to steal a kiss

All the light in this room
Comes from the warmth of your heart
It beats and throbs like a drum
And makes me feel we'll never part

All the light in this room
Comes from the love that we share
It grows and glows like a flame
And makes me know you'll always care

We are the broken pieces of the stars,
Scattered fragments from celestial memoirs.
In the cosmic dance, we were once whole,
Now stardust scattered, an eternal stroll.

From galaxies far away, we found our way,
To this earthly abode, where mortals stray.
Each atom within us, a shimmering light,
A cosmic legacy, an astronomical flight.

The universe within, a celestial choir,
Our essence echoes, reaching higher and higher.
We carry within us the cosmos' embrace,
In our brokenness, an intricate grace.

The supernovas' remnants in our soul's decree,
Whispers of cosmos in you and me.
Each fracture a story, each scar a spark,
A cosmic connection within the dark.

Though shattered, we're luminescent art,
A canvas of constellations in every heart.
From galaxies torn, we found our place,
We are the broken pieces of cosmic grace.

So let us embrace our celestial scars,
For we are the remnants of the stars.
In our fragmented beauty, we shall find,
A universe within, infinitely designed.

In the whispers of Arriana's Windsong's grace, a melody dances through time and space, A symphony carried on the breath of the breeze, in nature's embrace, where harmony flees.

Arriana's Windsong, a gentle refrain, echoes through valleys and over the plain, softly sung by zephyrs that freely roam, a serenade echoing, finding its home.

Through rustling leaves and swaying trees, it tells tales of the land, the mountains, and seas, and a ballad of whispers, in every gust, In Arriana's Windsong, a melody of trust.

The wind's tender touch, a delicate kiss, carries the essence of nature's pure bliss, In the cadence of waves and the bird's joyful flight, Ariana's Windsong whispers, through the day and night.

In the rustling grasses and the river's flow, in the lullabies sung soft and slow, Ariana's Windsong, a comforting friend, a melody guiding from beginning to end.

So, listen closely to the breeze's soft plea, and hear Arriana's Windsong, wild and free, for in its gentle hum, a story prolongs Arriana's Windsong, where nature belongs.

Love is a ghost again, a haunting refrain,
A spirit that wanders in joy and in pain.
It lingers like mist, elusive and fleet,
In whispers of longing, in moments bittersweet.

A spectral presence felt in the heart's beat,
Love's apparition is so tender and sweet.
It vanishes and returns, an ethereal sight,
A phantom that dances in the shadows of night.

Love, a ghost, in memories it thrives,
In the echoes of laughter, in tender archives.
It haunts the corridors of cherished past,
A spirit that endures, destined to last.

Fleeting yet potent, an elusive guide,
Love appears and vanishes like the tide.
A ghostly echo of emotions untamed,
In the soul's vast mansion, it's gently claimed.

Though intangible, it's an essence, a spark,
Love's spectral form in the moments dark.
A phantom that whispers, a ghostly refrain,
Love, eternal, returns again and again.

So let it roam, this ghostly friend,
Love is a specter that will never end.
In its ethereal form, it transcends the plain,
For love, as a ghost, forever will remain.

Cracks in their souls, a subtle fracture,
Invisible lines, where emotions capture.
A tender rift in the heart's deep core,
Where pains and sorrows tend to be stored.

Each fracture is a story, silently told,
In the echoes of moments, both young and old.
The cracks, like veins of a fragile art,
Reveal the battles fought within the heart.

Some cracks from losses, some from fears,
Etched by the weight of countless tears.
Yet, in each fracture, there lies a strength,
A testament to resilience, of remarkable length.

They don't diminish the soul's inner glow,
But render it more human, as stories grow.
The cracks allow the light to seep,
Where healing begins, from the scars so deep.

In those fractures, empathy finds its space,
Understanding others, their struggles, and their grace.
Cracks in their souls, though they might be,
Show beauty in imperfection, for all to see.

From these fractures, lessons bloom,
A wisdom that transcends the gloom.
Cracks in their souls, a mosaic of life,
Embracing both joy and strife.

So let these cracks in souls be told,
A testament to the stories they hold.
For in their fractures, there's resilience untold,
A testament to the strength of the human soul.

They say that love is a little bit more painful during the most tender moments, where emotions stray. Love has a bittersweet flavor that resides in the heart, blending joy and pain in a single episode.

Love is the ache that comes with longing and the pang of saying goodbye, the tears that fall and the echoed sigh. It is a delicate balance on a fragile shore, a little more painful, but still worth it.

It is the tender scars from battles fought in the labyrinth of emotions, both cold and hot. It is the touch of sorrow in the sweetness found in the symphony of feelings, both lost and found.

Love's pain is a testament, a chapter untold, in the stories of hearts where emotions unfold. It is a poignant reminder that love's folklore is a little more painful, and yet, we adore.

In the depth of pain, resilience thrives. Love's pain is a testament to what truly survives. It is the beauty in vulnerability's lure, a little more painful, yet love remains pure.

So let love's hurt be a part of its lore, in the tapestry of emotions that hearts explore. For in love's trials, we find what's in store, a little more pain, yet love forevermore.

Love comes out of a dream, so it seems,
Born from the whims of midnight streams.
In the realms of slumber, where fantasies roam,
Love blossoms freely, finding its home.

In the haze of dreams, where desires take flight,
Love emerges, a beacon of light.
From the depths of the subconscious mind,
It surfaces, genuine and kind.

From whispered wishes in the night's embrace,
Love arises, adorned with grace.
In the landscapes of dreams, where reality bends,
Love weaves its tale, a message it sends.

It paints a picture with hues so bright,
Love's palette in the realm of the night.
From dreamscapes to reality's gleam,
Love transcends, more than it may seem.

For love comes out of a dream's allure,
An ethereal essence, gentle and pure.
In the waking hours, its presence beams,
For love indeed arises from cherished dreams.

When the looking-mirror holds a gaze,
Reflections alive in mysterious ways.
Eyes not of glass but of living light,
Revealing secrets, both dark and bright.

In the silent chambers of reflection's view,
Whispers of truths, both old and new.
The mirror, a portal to unseen places,
Where faces stare back with enigmatic graces.

When the looking-mirror itself can see,
Past the surface, deeper it flees.
Echoes of stories it quietly holds,
Of untold wonders and secrets untold.

Eyes that watch in a wordless trance,
Catching glimpses of every fleeting chance.
They witness the joys and sorrows untamed,
In the realm of the mirror where images claimed.

Through time and space, its vision extends,
Grasping moments, making amends.
When the looking mirror bears a soul,
It echoes a tale of lives made whole.

Love, come touch my soul with your tender embrace,
In your ethereal presence, find a sacred space.
Let your gentle whispers soothe my inner toll,
Envelop my being, let your essence make me whole.

Like a soft melody playing in the night,
Your touch ignites stars and fills my spirit with light.
In the silent chambers where emotions swirl,
Love, come touch my soul, let your warmth unfurl.

Wrap me in serenity, calm my restless mind,
In your gentle caress, peace I seek to find.
Heal the wounds within, make brokenness complete,
In your gentle touch, let my spirit retreat.

Oh love, an artist painting hues divine,
In your tender embrace, let our souls entwine.
Bring solace to my heart, make my spirit feel,
In your boundless love, let my essence heal.

Love, come touch my soul, in your gentle way,
With every tender touch, fears fade away.
Restore the faith, let your pure essence extol,
Oh love, come touch my soul, make it whole.

When love does not protect the heart,
It's like a fragile vessel torn apart.
In the shadows where trust departs,
A wounded soul in love's thwart.

The armor of affection, now laid bare,
Exposing vulnerabilities to the cold, harsh air.
A heart unguarded, an open space,
Where echoes of pain find a dwelling place.

In the absence of love's gentle shield,
The wounds deepen, and emotions yield.
Yet, resilience lingers in the dark,
A spark of hope, an essential spark.

When love does not shield from the storm,
The heart weathers, battered and worn.
But in the echoes of love's lost art,
It raises the strength to restart.

For even in vulnerability, a power lies,
To heal, to mend, to again arise.
In the dance of emotions, a brand new start,
Emerges from the ashes when love does not protect the heart.

Yeah, I come from an abusive and broken home
with beer bottles, trash cans and broken glass
without chandlers hanging from the ceiling
to reflect the past
a place were there is no love dying
yeah, that is where I am from
straight from the hood on the southside
I am from the projects with the jumbo hungry ghetto rats
Even the roaches are not afraid of nothing and they carve you up with their switchblades
So, I have to cheat and steal
to get my daily bread
while on the run from dusk to dawn
man, you just hear what I said
While all my days turned black blue and red
now I carry some heat to survive on these mean streets
I had no choice but to join a gang for love and protection
Still, I am running drugs from nine to five to stay alive
Yes, I know I have to pay some dues to find the open door
So mama please pray for me to stay alive

Our love now written in the stars,
A cosmic tale that transcends all bars.
In the celestial canvas, a radiant dance,
A saga of love, an eternal romance.

Each twinkle above tells our story,
In constellations of love and glory.
The moonlight echoes our whispered vows,
As the universe witnesses our sacred drowse.

Galaxies swirl with hues so divine,
Our love's journey, an infinite line.
Written in stardust, in cosmic ink,
Our souls entwined, no need to rethink.

Planets align in harmonious grace,
Reflecting the love in our embrace.
The Milky Way weaves dreams untold,
In the language of love, pure and bold.

Meteor showers, like kisses we share,
Our love's brilliance fills the cosmic air.
In the vast expanse, where infinity starts,
Our love now written in the stars.

So, let the heavens be our eternal page,
Our love story, an ageless sage.
In the astral tapestry, where galaxies mar,
If you let me sing a few bars
Our love is forever, written in the stars.

Oh Lord, the sky is wide open, a vast expanse,
Where dreams take flight in a cosmic dance.
Above the earthly bounds, where birds freely roam,
In the canvas of the heavens, our spirits find a home.

A tapestry of blue, painted with daylight's hue,
A celestial haven, where the soul breaks through.
With every brushstroke, the sun and clouds convene,
Oh Lord, the sky is wide open, a masterpiece serene.

In daylight's embrace or the twilight's grace,
The canvas shifts, each moment a new embrace.
Stars twinkle like diamonds in the moonlit sweep,
Oh Lord, the sky is wide open, a promise to keep.

With the sun's descent, a canvas ablaze,
In hues of orange and pink, a celestial maze.
A symphony of colors, where day and night entwine,
Oh Lord, the sky is wide open, a sanctuary divine.

The moon, a silver crescent or a full, round face,
Casting its glow on the world's quiet grace.
In the stillness of night, when the world is hushed and broken,
Oh Lord, the sky is wide open, a whispered token.

So, let our prayers rise like the morning sun,
In the open sky, where day and night are spun.
In the grandeur above, where stars have spoken,
Oh Lord, the sky is wide open, our eternal token.

Oh, love, we walked into each other's gaze,
A dance of fate in life's intricate maze.
In the tapestry of time, our paths aligned,
Two souls converging, destinies entwined.

Underneath the stars, our story began,
A serendipitous encounter, a cosmic plan.
Through the twists and turns of life's grand scheme,
In each other's eyes, we found a cherished dream.

Oh, love, we walked into a shared space,
A realm where emotions find their grace.
Hand in hand, through joy and through strife,
We navigate the journey of this shared life.

In the echoes of laughter and the silence of night,
Our connection deepens, our hearts take flight.
Oh, love, a fusion of souls, beautifully spun,
In each other's arms, we've become one.

As we traverse the pathways of destiny,
Oh, love, you and I, an endless symphony.
We walked into each other, a destined art,
A timeless connection, etched in the heart.

When love plays for keeps, it's a timeless game,
A commitment not swayed by fortune or fame.
In the dance of hearts, where promises are sworn,
Love plays for keeps, from dusk till dawn.

Through the ebb and flow, in life's shifting tide,
Love remains steadfast, forever by your side.
In the symphony of emotions, where passion leaps,
Eternal vows are whispered when love plays for keeps.

Not a fleeting spark, but a steady flame,
In the heart's sanctuary, love stakes its claim.
Through joys and sorrows, in valleys and peaks,
A resilient bond forms when love plays for keeps.

In the quiet moments and laughter's peals,
In shared dreams and the touch that heals,
Love writes its story in memories deep,
A lasting legacy when love plays for keeps.

It's not just a game of chance or fate,
But a deliberate choice, a conscious state.
In the commitment to cherish, the devotion runs deep,
A sacred promise when love plays for keeps.

So, let the heart be a keeper of this flame,
In love's enduring quest, both tender and tame.
For in the sacred union where affection seeps,
True bliss is found when love plays for keeps.

Through the enchanted green hills of Mercedes,
Where the whispers of nature tell tales at ease,
A magical landscape, where dreams unfold,
In the embrace of beauty, a story yet untold.

Meadows of emerald, kissed by the sun,
Where wildflowers dance, their ballet begins,
A symphony of colors, a painter's delight,
In the enchanted green hills, nature takes flight.

The breeze, a gentle caress through the trees,
Carries secrets of the hills on the playful tease.
In the rustle of leaves and the babbling rills,
Nature unveils its wonders in Mercedes' green hills.

A canopy of trees, like guardians tall,
Casting dappled shadows, a coverlet's fall.
Through the winding trails, where adventure spills,
Exploring the mysteries of Mercedes' green hills.

Birds sing sonnets in the soft morning light,
As the hills awake from the tranquil night.
The sun paints a canvas with its golden frills,
A masterpiece unveiled in Mercedes' green hills.

In this enchanted realm, time slows its pace,
And the heart finds a haven, a serene embrace.
Through valleys and peaks, where nature fulfills,
The soul finds solace in Mercedes' green hills.

So let us wander through this magical domain,
Where the enchantment of nature will forever reign,
In the tapestry of green, where serenity distills,
A timeless beauty in Mercedes' enchanted green hills.

When love has jealous eyes, a storm may brew,
A tempest of emotions, both dark and true.
In the gaze that once held only tender ties,
Now flickers a flame with jealous eyes.

In the shadows of doubt, mistrust may play,
Casting its shadows on a once sunny day.
Yet, in the heart's chamber where love lies,
Conflicting emotions spark in jealous eyes.

A whisper of fear, a pang of concern,
A love once steady now takes a turn.
But in this tempest, where the confusion lies,
Love seeks understanding in jealous eyes.

For jealousy, a mirror to one's own fear,
Reflects insecurities that often draw near.
Yet, in the storm's center, where truth defies,
There's potential for growth in jealous eyes.

So, let love be a balm to soothe the ache,
Communication is the bridge, the bond to remake.
In the tumultuous sea where emotion ties,
Find calm and understanding in jealous eyes.

Oh love, give me thy portion, rich and sweet,
A taste of bliss, where hearts and spirits meet.
Pour into my cup the wine of thy grace,
Let our love be a melody, a harmonious embrace.

In the banquet of affection, let joy unfold,
As we share the stories, both young and old.
May our bond be a feast, a banquet divine,
Where the flavors of love forever entwine.

Oh love, give me thy portion, pure and true,
In the garden of passion, where emotions grew.
Let the fruits of our togetherness be ripe,
A symphony of emotions, a passionate hype.

With every kiss, a sip from love's cup,
Let our connection be the sweetest sup.
In the banquet of life, as we break the bread,
May our love be the feast where we're both fed.

Oh love, give me thy portion, a timeless delight,
A blend of emotions, a magical flight.
In the dance of devotion, let our souls unite,
Oh love, give me thy portion, forever bright.

War shall take her pound of flesh, a toll,
In the crimson fields where battles roll,
A heavy price paid by both young and old,
In stories of courage and tales untold.

The cost of conflict, a burden profound,
In the deafening silence, on blood-soaked ground,
Families torn asunder, dreams laid to rest,
In the wake of war, humanity's test.

With each conflict, a piece of humanity's heart,
Is lost to the chaos, torn apart,
But even in darkness, a glimmer of hope,
As nations seek peace, find a way to cope.

War may take her pound of flesh, it's true,
But the resolve for peace is ever anew,
For in unity, in love, we may find,
A way to heal, and leave war behind.

Where the light shines from the cracks inside the soul,
A radiant beacon, making brokenness whole,
In the wounded heart, it finds its way,
To guide the lost, to brighter day.

Through life's trials and the darkest night,
This inner light is a source of might,
From the depths of despair, it'll make you whole,
Where the light shines from the cracks inside the soul.

It's not in perfection that its brilliance gleams,
But in our imperfections, in our shattered dreams,
In our moments of vulnerability, when we're less than whole,
Is where the light shines from the cracks inside the soul.

It's a reminder that we can heal and mend,
That even in brokenness, love can transcend,
The scars that we carry, the wounds that take their toll,
Where the light shines from the cracks inside the soul.

So don't fear your fractures, your inner scars,
For in those very cracks, you'll reach for the stars,
And from the depths of your being, a story will unroll,
Where the light shines from the crack inside the soul.

To seek thy heavenly place, we journey forth,
With faith as our guide, from south to north,
In quest of solace, grace, and endless light,
A path to the divine, both day and night.

Through rugged trails, across the rolling seas,
With whispered prayers upon the gentle breeze,
We traverse mountains, valleys, and wide open space,
To seek thy heavenly place, we find our grace.

With hearts attuned to the sacred call,
In our devotion, we surrender all,
To touch the realms where angels sing,
To seek thy heavenly place, a sacred offering.

In the cathedral of nature, we find our shrine,
Beneath the stars, in the moon's soft sign,
To reach that sacred space, we set our pace,
To seek thy heavenly place, our souls embrace.

With each step taken, our spirits rise,
In the vast expanse, beneath the open skies,
We find thy presence, in every living face,
To seek thy heavenly place, we find our grace.

The journey may be long, the way unclear,
But we're drawn closer, with each passing year,
For in the quest, our souls find their trace,
To seek thy heavenly place, our eternal embrace.

In this sacred journey, we shall find,
Thy heavenly place, the presence divine,
And as we seek with love, in every space,
We'll find thy heavenly place, in endless grace.

When I fall down on my knees to pray,
In the quiet of the night or the bright of day,
I find a refuge for my soul, a sacred space,
Where I seek guidance, solace, and grace.

With hands clasped and a humble heart,
I offer my thanks for every precious part,
Of this life's journey, both its highs and lows,
In moments of gratitude, my spirit glows.

In times of need, I make my plea,
For strength and courage to set me free,
From life's burdens, and in those pleas,
I find the hope to put my heart at ease.

When I fall down on my knees to pray,
I'm connected to a higher power, come what may,
A communion with the divine, a blessed release,
In those sacred moments, my soul finds peace.

I lay down my worries, my hopes, my fears,
In the silence, I shed my heartfelt tears,
In the stillness, a connection deepens and grows,
As I offer my soul in prayer, the love in me flows.

For on my knees, I find a way,
To navigate life's twists and sway,
To find clarity and strength to seize,
When I fall down on my knees.

To seek thy heavenly place, we journey forth,
With faith as our guide, from south to north,
In quest of solace, grace, and endless light,
A path to the divine, both day and night.

Through rugged trails, across the rolling seas,
With whispered prayers upon the gentle breeze,
We traverse mountains, valleys, and wide-open space,
To seek thy heavenly place, we find our grace.

With hearts attuned to the sacred call,
In our devotion, we surrender all,
To touch the realms where angels sing,
To seek thy heavenly place, a sacred offering.

In the cathedral of nature, we find our shrine,
Beneath the stars, in the moon's soft sign,
To reach that sacred space, we set our pace,
To seek thy heavenly place, our souls embrace.

With each step taken, our spirits rise,
In the vast expanse, beneath the open skies,
We find thy presence, in every living face,
To seek thy heavenly place, we find our grace.

The journey may be long, the way unclear,
But we're drawn closer, with each passing year,
For in the quest, our souls find their trace,
To seek thy heavenly place, our eternal embrace.

In this sacred journey, we shall find,
Thy heavenly place, the presence divine,
And as we seek with love, in every space,
We'll find thy heavenly place, in endless grace.

Our love, still riding on the Ferris wheel,
A timeless journey, an enduring zeal,
As we ascend to heights, emotions twirl,
In each revolution, our love takes a swirl.

Round and round, we rise and we fall,
Moments of thrill, love embraces all,
In the whirl of life, a magical dance,
Our love on the Ferris wheel, in sweet romance.

At the peak, we touch the open sky,
Our hearts are entwined, as the world goes by,
With every spin, we hold each other near,
Our love remains strong, devoid of fear.

Through the twists and turns, both high and low,
In the carnival of life, our love continues to grow,
Our laughter, our tears, the joy that we feel,
Our love, forever riding on the Ferris wheel.

Lord, I am holding on to this day,
With faith that guides me along the way,
Through every trial and every stride,
In Your presence, I find strength to abide.

In the morning's light and evening's shade,
In the choices I make, in the plans I've laid,
I seek Your wisdom, Your comforting grace,
In this journey of life, in this boundless space.

Though challenges may rise, and storms may brew,
With Your guidance, I'll see them through,
In every step, in each word I say,
Lord, I am holding on to this day.

The moments pass like grains of sand,
In the hourglass of time, life's grand,
But in Your love, I find my stay,
Lord, I am holding on to this day.

For in the present, Your blessings I see,
In the beauty of life, in the trials set free,
With each sunrise, with each sun's decay,
I'm grateful, Lord, for this day.

As the stars emerge in the evening's sky,
I'll lift my voice, I'll testify,
That in Your love, I find my way,
Lord, I am holding on to this day.

sky blueberry sky
with your blow beechnut breeze
where the bluebirds fly
through cotton candy clouds
beside the deep blue mountains
with her whipped cream smile
thus her sugarcane eyes

When your love is an illusion, a fleeting dream,
A shimmering mirage in the desert's gleam,
In the depth of night, where shadows loom,
You find your heart wrapped in a mystic gloom.

In the realm of make-believe, you're ensnared,
By a love that once seemed so real, so cared,
But like a wisp of smoke in the night's confusion,
You realize you've been caught in an illusion.

The heartache is like a mirage's cruel game,
It's hard to accept that it's not quite the same,
Yet as the illusion fades into the morn,
From its grasp, a new strength is born.

For in the shadowed depths of what's unreal,
You learn to discern what's false from what's real,
You gather the pieces, your heart's reconstruction,
And find a love that's not an illusion.

In the process of healing, you'll find your way,
To love that's enduring, where shadows don't sway,
In time, your heart finds a brighter conclusion,
A love that's substantial, not just an illusion.

So let the illusion teach, and let it reveal,
That love can be true and remarkably real,
With each lesson learned, your heart's evolution,
Takes you beyond mere love's fleeting illusion.

We shall pray to the same God, hand in hand,
In unity, we'll tread on this sacred land,
For under the vast sky, beneath the sun's rod,
We find our common faith in the same God.

Though our paths may differ, our hearts aligned,
In our prayers, our hopes and dreams combined,
With reverence in our souls, love to applaud,
We'll come together, praying to the same God.

In different tongues, our praises may rise,
Yet our beliefs connect us, to our surprise,
In the tapestry of humanity, we'll applaud,
Our shared devotion to the same God.

With humility and grace, we bow our heads,
Seeking guidance from the One who spreads,
Compassion and love, on this earthly sod,
In our prayers to the same God.

Religious threads woven through our story,
We'll honor the divine in all its glory,
In this unity, we'll find a common nod,
As together, we pray to the same God.

So let our faiths bring us close, not apart,
For we're all threads in the tapestry of heart,
In this world, beneath the same celestial awed,
Together, we pray to the same God.

Where does glory live, in the hearts of the brave,
In the stories of heroes, who dared to save,
In the moments of triumph, the battles they gave,
In the souls of those striving, their honor to pave.

Glory resides in the deeds that inspire,
In the hearts of the selfless, who never tire,
In the quest for justice, in the eyes that aspire,
In the unyielding spirit that rises higher.

It dwells in the courage to stand against tide,
In the sacrifices made, with nothing to hide,
In the strength of character, where values abide,
In the unwavering truth, never denied.

It's found in the love for a cause that's just,
In the bonds of kinship, in the faith and trust,
In the moments of kindness, in the hearts that adjust,
In the pursuit of dreams, in the hope and the gust.

Glory lives where humanity shows its best,
In compassion, in love, in the strength to invest,
In the face of adversity, a rigorous test,
In the hearts of the noble, forever blessed.

So, where does glory live? It's in you and me,
In the choices we make, in the world we decree,
In the love we impart, in the moments of glee,
In the legacy we leave, for all eternity.

I found the ghost inside of me, a haunting presence near,
A shadowed part of my soul, a specter held so dear.
In the labyrinth of my being, it wandered long and wide,
A silent echo of the past, where secrets tend to hide.

With every step, it whispered tales of moments left behind,
A story of resilience, a journey through the mind.
The ghost, a part of me, I thought I'd never know,
But in its haunting visage, my own reflection would glow.

In the quiet of my thoughts, it shared a mournful song,
A melody of memories, both right and wrong.
I embraced this spectral essence, for it was part of who I am,
The keeper of my history, the guide to where I stand.

The ghost inside of me, a mirror to my soul,
Revealing hidden truths, making me feel whole.
In its presence, I found strength, a path to self-discovery,
For the ghost within myself was the essence of me.

The light from our swords, a gleaming blaze,
In the darkest of nights, in the fiercest of frays,
A beacon of valor, our courage on display,
As we face the shadows and hold the way.

Forged in the fires of honor and might,
Our blades shine forth in the heart of the fight,
Defenders of justice, with strength in our cords,
We wield our weapons, the light from our swords.

In battles of old, or those yet to be,
The glint of our steel sets the oppressed free,
With each noble strike, with every parry,
We fend off the darkness, we're warriors unwary.

The light from our swords, a symbol of might,
In the face of adversity, we stand for what's right,
With valor and honor, our spirits in accord,
We'll defend the weak with the light from our sword.

Through history's pages, our stories will unfold,
A testament to courage, to warriors bold,
In the annals of time, our legends are stored,
For we are the bearers of the light from our swords.

So as long as we stand, as long as we fight,
The darkness shall wane, and we'll conquer the night,
With bravery and strength, we'll never be floored,
As long as we carry the light from our swords.

Fear and doubt, let go of me,
I'm ready to set myself free.
I've held on to you for too long,
But now I see, you're doing me wrong.

You whisper in my ear,
Telling me I'm not good enough,
You paralyze my fear,
And keep me stuck in the same old rut.

But I'm tired of being held back,
I'm ready to spread my wings and fly.
I'm ready to take a leap of faith,
And see what life has in store for me.

So fear and doubt, I bid you adieu,
I'm done with your toxic games.
I'm stepping into the unknown,
With courage and determination.

I know it won't be easy,
But I'm ready for the challenge.
I'm ready to live my life to the fullest,
And achieve my wildest dreams.

So fear and doubt, let go of me,
I'm ready to set myself free.

Oh, gentle rain, I let you go,
Your cleansing touch, I no longer know.
But in my heart, your memory remains,
A symphony of sorrows and gains.

And tears, I bid you farewell too,
Your salty streams, I no longer pursue.
But in my soul, your echoes reside,
A testament to the life I've survived.

No longer will I weep for the past,
Nor dwell on the shadows that overcast.
Instead, I'll embrace the present day,
And let my spirit dance and play.

So goodbye, rain and tears so dear,
I'm grateful for the lessons you brought, so clear.
But now, I'm ready to let go,
And let my heart and soul grow.

With open arms, I welcome the sun,
And all the joys that life has begun.
I'm letting go of the rain and the tears,
And embracing the laughter and the cheers.

Look inside this heart,
And see the world within,
A tapestry of love and light,
Where all things begin.

See the dreams that dance and play,
The hopes that soar so high,
The passions that burn so bright,
Beneath the bluest sky.

See the compassion that flows free,
The empathy that binds,
The strength that sees us through the storm,
The courage that never minds.

Look inside this heart,
And find a kindred soul,
A friend who's always there for you,
To make you whole.

For in this heart, there's room for all,
No matter who you are,
A place where love is always found,
And light shines from afar.

So look inside this heart, dear friend,
And let your spirit soar,
For in this heart, you'll find a home,
Where love will evermore.

Oh Lord, tonight the angels receive their wings,
A celestial choir, their voices take to sing.
With hearts ablaze, their souls ascend,
To join the heavens, where all love shall never end.

In realms of light, where dreams unfurl,
Their spirits soar, beyond the earthly swirl.
Their wings outstretched, they dance with glee,
Embraced by love, forever free.

Oh Lord, we watch with awe and grace,
As angels take their rightful place.
Their radiant light, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

Tonight, we celebrate their birth,
As angels soar, from earth to earth.
Their wings are a symbol of hope and cheer,
A reminder that love is always near.

Oh Lord, we thank you for this gift,
The angels' wings, a heavenly lift.
May their sweet song forever ring,
And their love for us forever sings.

In this world of chaos and strife,
Where darkness seems to thrive,
There are those who shine so bright,
With hearts of gold and souls so white.

The great and the good of this world,
Whose kindness unfurls,
Like a banner in the breeze,
Bringing comfort and ease.

They stand for what is right,
Even in the darkest night,
Their voices rising clear and strong,
To guide us when we're going wrong.

They heal the sick and feed the poor,
And open doors for all to explore,
Their compassion knows no bounds,
And their love surrounds.

So let us celebrate the great and the good,
Whose deeds are understood,
For they make this world a better place,
With their grace and embrace.

In times of doubt and despair,
They remind us that we care,
And that together we can stand,
To build a land where all are hand in hand.

The Voice of History shall speak again,
From the depths of time, it shall ascend.
A whisper on the wind, a tale untold,
Of lessons learned, of stories old.

It speaks of empires rise and fall,
Of heroes brave, and villains tall.
Of battles fought, and treaties signed,
Of triumphs won, and wounds enshrined.

The Voice of History speaks to us,
Of choices made, both good and worse.
It guides us on our present path,
And warns us not to stray too far.

So listen to the Voice of History,
And let its wisdom set you free.
For in its echoes, we can find,
The strength to build a better kind.

The Voice of History shall speak again,
To guide us through the world's domain.
Let us heed its call, and learn from the past,
To create a future that will forever last.

where do young lovers find true love
between themselves
oh where do young lovers go
but if not love is that brick-and-mortar
between us then, young lovers must
know where to go
when that same brick-and-mortar
connects their souls

Love is a sacred duty toward the soul,
A journey to embrace and make it whole.
It's not just words or fleeting feelings,
But a deep commitment, a true healing.

To love your soul is to know your worth,
To cherish your gifts, both big and small.
It's to listen to your inner voice,
And follow your heart with all your call.

To love your soul is to be kind and true,
To forgive yourself and let go of the past.
It's to accept yourself for who you are,
And know that your light will forever last.

To love your soul is to nurture your dreams,
And provide yourself with the space to grow.
It's to surround yourself with love and support,
And let your spirit shine, wherever you go.

So love your soul with all your might,
For it is the source of your true delight.
When you love your soul, you love yourself,
And you live a life that's truly wealth.

Love is a sacred duty toward the soul,
A journey that makes you whole.
Embrace it with all your heart and mind,
And you'll find true joy and peace you'll always find.

a word
shall
only come into existence
only when
we
speak of it
yet
it
becomes a reality
in this world
when
the
word become
a part of you
only
when
we
speak of it

In the depths of their robes,
A priest resides,
With a heart full of love,
And a soul that guides.

They've seen the world,
In all its light and dark,
And yet their faith remains,
Like a beacon in the dark.

They've heard the confessions,
Of the lost and the found,
And they offer forgiveness,
For every soul that's crowned.

They celebrate the joys,
And mourn the pain,
They're always there to listen,
And to help us gain.

The priest who lives inside their robes,
Is a gift to us all,
A reminder of the good,
That will never fall.

So let us cherish them,
And their holy light,
For they are a blessing,
Both day and night.

In the heart of every man,
There burns a light,
A flame of courage, strength, and love,
That guides him through the night.

This light is his inner fire,
That drives him to be his best.
It is the source of his passion,
And his determination to succeed.

This light is what makes a man a man.
It is what gives him the strength to face his fears,
To overcome challenges,
And to achieve his goals.

The light that burns inside of men,
Is a powerful force for good.
It is the light that drives men to protect their loved ones,
To fight for what they believe in,
And to make the world a better place.

So let us celebrate the light that burns inside of men.
Let us honor the courage, strength, and love that they possess.
And let us support them in their journey to become the best men that they can be.

For the light that burns inside of men,
Is the light that makes the world a better place.

Let men have a piece of this earth,
To till and sow, to live in mirth.
Let them plant their seeds and watch them grow,
And reap the fruits of what they sow.

Let men have a piece of this earth,
To build their homes and raise their hearts.
Let them create a place to call their own,
Where love and laughter are always known.

Let men have a piece of this earth,
To explore its wonders and find their worth.
Let them climb its mountains and sail its seas,
And discover all that nature decrees.

Let men have a piece of this earth,
To cherish and protect, for all its worth.
Let them be stewards of this precious land,
And pass it on, with a gentle hand.

For men are part of this earth's grand plan,
To tend and nurture, with a loving hand.
So let them have a piece of this earth,
To live in harmony and share its mirth.

Sweet rain, tapping on my window pane,
A gentle rhythm, like a soothing refrain.
I watch the droplets dance and swirl,
A mesmerizing, mesmerizing twirl.

The world outside is bathed in gray,
But my heart is light, come what may.
For the rain brings life, and the rain brings cheer,
And washes away all my worries and fear.

Sweet rain, I love your gentle embrace,
The way you cleanse and soothe every space.
You whisper secrets of the earth and sky,
And fill my soul with pure delight.

Oh, sweet rain, please never cease,
To tap your song of peace.
For in your presence, I find true bliss,
And a world transformed, with a gentle kiss.

Halloween night
with
a
bright orange jack-a-lantern moon
hanging in the spooky sky
while
chills running
up and down
our spines
as
we
walked and whistled gently
pass the graveyard still