Quote By: White Wolf:
Were it not for the scent of the rose, what would entice us to grow?
Were it not for the courage of our souls to explore unknown valleys,
how would we reach the heights of our tallest mountain?


Courage is more than just a lofty word, more than just action
it is a feeling deep inside that grows from the knowledge
that we are ancient warriors born to be the best we can be !
Beauty is more than skin deep, more than just a pretty smile
its at the core of our souls and at the center of our hearts.
It is more about what we reflect and find in others,
then about illusionary mirrors filled with lies and deceit.
Life is a rooted friend that will remain with us forever,
if we water it with grace and help it to stay alive.    
Tell me, how does your garden grow? (pause)
Courage, beauty, life, its all about how we connect with others,  
and knowing when to fold and when to go.  
I believe life is a gift that is much more cherished when it is shared.

Guardian Angel, let me rest here on this sandy shore as I gaze at the sea
Allow my weary head to rest upon your shoulder as I grow older,
wrap your wings around my heart, Angel of light !  
Let me linger in the air while I sift through this hourglass of time
for without your living presence Angel, I ain't worth a dime.
Let the stars and the moon clothe my soul with living Grace
then when my time is up, come and show me that Holy place,  
where all good daughters and sons go, when their days are done.
Let me shine upon this earth like a radiant sun,  
and beam my radiant gleam on those who need it most.
Guardian Angel, help me to slow down and smell the flowers
counting all the blessings of this beautiful lifetime.  
Everyone dies but not everyone lives, so help me reach my full potential
allowing my beating heart to rest on your protective wings of love.  
Before I leave this earth, let me make a difference
and leave behind these aerial, human wings.

Summer dreams sleep at the cusp of a cool November
I am filled with hopes that at the font of my soul, tremble
like autumn leaves when the wind blows they toss and sway  
like sweet October rain, each raindrop falls but doesn't stay
I remember red poppies, springing out of the ground
in a place called Flanders Fields, my how they slept so sound
after the gunfire a silence rooted so deep we closed the door        
after the anthem of doom, the world said " no more "
A November to remember, make it your thanksgiving season
find new breath, be brave,  show loyalty not treason  
like the first cool feel that touches you at the first snowfall
like the first real kiss that says I love you, it is your call  !
I remember those who died before me and I cannot ignore
the red poppies that are strewn across the gravesite floor  
I could never, no never forget them nor their brave roar  
I could never, no never forget, ...it was a time of war !

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