I keep time with the waves of the ocean
I transport you through space and time
I help you dodge the intrusions of life
I bring life back, even when you thought
it was gone
With speakers and woofers that pulse
with every beat of your heart
I bring back all the missing parts
Even the feelings you thought were gone
from your heart.
                                    By: Connie Hopkins

With their hearts in a bag
It's a wonderful thing
They have all the happiness
True love can bring.
                                     By: Connie Hopkins

When your daddy was a little boy
He would get a shoe box
And then his big toy
In his shoe box there would be
An orange, apple and a banana or two
And lots of little stuff
Like this box holds for you.
                                          By: Connie Hopkins

I pray I am on the other side
Her habits from them I hide even as a child
The glass it cuts me
Still I am bleeding

On the other side

The cuts still hurt, no matter how old or new
How do you pick all the splinters out?
And if I could, were do I put them?

On the other side of Mother's mirror?

Oh they hurt so bad today and yesterday too
Lord  please help me forgive her
You are the only one who can.

On the other side

Those memories won't stay in the back of my mind
I can forgive, but how do I forget?
I pray one day before I die
I will forgive and forget her

Before I get to the other side

I look behind the mirror
What do I find, just hurt and blood
Yes, that's what I still find

On the other side

It's dark now
But there is a light
Not very bright
But there is a light
I am not scared
For I know you are there
Show me the way
And I cannot stray.
             By: Connie Hopkins
AMEN

He walks with a limp, and bares a frown
As clouded eyes scan the ground
His hat cocked sideways upon his crown
At his feet strides his old hound
Tattered clothes cover his limbs
Holding out the cold that sticks him like pins
Face of lines etched deep with age
He walks along as if in a daze
Shoes with soles worn so thin
Hoping the miles of life to win
He is lost in time dear to his heart
His mind struggling not to part
Silver hair that reflects the sun
Turned with times that can't be undone
He hopes again, but all in vain
For the summer sun to put out the pain.
                                      By: Connie Hopkins