Traveling down  so  many roads  is  where i've  been  at  times  been  a saint  but  often  sinned   my   epitaph  is  yet  to  be  written  and  i   want  to  be  able  to   whisper  a  prayer  before  i  go   right  now  not   what   God   and  certain  people   desire  me  to  be  but  if  He  sets  this  man  back  on  track  before  Death  arrives   in   Heaven   my   soul  will   up  there  is  finally   free

traveling  down  so  many  roads  is  where  i've  been, at  times  been  a  saint,   but   often     a    sinner  my  epitaph  is  yet  to  be  written   and   i  don't   know  what its  going to  say, i  want  to be   able to  whisper  a prayer  a  prayer  before  i go  right  now i'm  not  what  God  and  certain  people  want  me to  be  but  if  he  sets  this   worry  traveler  back  on  track  before  death  arrives  and  the   full  beauty  this  world  my  eyes  can   no  longer  see  than   to  glance  heavenward  and  be  glad   that  my  soul is  finally free

I never thought,or realized, that in speaking,your name, I would have tears in my eyes, you were the  presidential first father, of south africia, but now, you, nelson mandela, sleep among, the giants of history, like George Washington, laid out the framework, conceived in liberty, a new nation, under God, injecting into the veins of your country, liberty without malice, for all peoples, all colors, who walked democracy's long road,to freedom, by your side, always refusing to let the scorning, heat, of racism, put out, the light, of your divine humanity,  ever lifting up, a fist of victory, toward a new dawn, of opportunity, patience, love for all, while ever remaining , a risen hope, in the body of politics, refusing to bow , to  the cruel headwinds,of hate, even after, breaking rocks, of harsh, prison punishment,for twenty- seven years, you went in, a prisoner, coming out, a president,no, the relentless, sun of hate, never blew you,off course, as a king, who walked, among us, in peace, with a freedom metal, nobel peace prise,one who kept, the common touch, with embraced humility, smiling, greeting, the known and unknown, the rich, the poor, the tired, the weary, nelson mandela, you were true,royality and grace, among us

I never thought,or realized, that in speaking,your name, I would have tears in my eyes, you were the  presidential first father, of south africia, but now, you, nelson mandela, sleep among, the giants of history, like George Washington, laid out the framework, conceived in liberty, a new nation, under God, injecting into the veins of your country, liberty without malice, for all peoples, all colors, who walked democracy's long road,to freedom, by your side, always refusing to let the scorning, heat, of racism, put out, the light, of your divine humanity,  ever lifting up, a fist of victory, toward a new dawn, of opportunity, patience, love for all, while ever remaining , a risen hope, in the body of politics, refusing to bow , to  the cruel headwinds,of hate, even after, breaking rocks, of harsh, prison punishment,for twenty- seven years, you went in, a prisoner, coming out, a president,no, the relentless, sun of hate, never blew you,off course, as a king, who walked, among us, in peace, with a freedom metal, nobel peace prise,one who kept, the common touch, with embraced humility, smiling, greeting, the known and unknown, the rich, the poor, the tired, the weary, nelson mandela, you were true,royality and grace, among us

I never knew his real name and my youthful imagination named him uncle funky the peanut man as bagged peanuts burnt were hopefully sold from a makeshift stand now on this June 2013 morning my mind slowly opens the door of youthful memory and I see soiled pants turned over shoes old hat crooked atop long gray hair  brown hands waiting for a dollar exchange as funk clings to the untended skin like fleas on a homeless dog whiffs released randomly would stagger a prime boxer the times changed with the town sweeping uncle funky away with yesterday and the past of bygone days and I wonder and it is"t a very pleasant wonder whatever happened to uncle funky?









ut to be sold hopefully from a makeshift stand now on this june 2013 morning my mind opens the door of youthful memory and I see clearly soiled pants and shirt old hat atop of unseen hair  brown hands waiting for a dollar exchange as funk clings to the unbathed skin like fleas on a homeless dog whiff released would stagger a prime boxer the times changed with the town sweeping uncle funky away with yesterday and the past of bygone days but I wonder and it isn"t a very pleasant wonder whatever happened to uncle funky the peanut man?

silence ticks like  a clock inside  the world is us here in the room we enter to make music with the joining of hearts I kneel in tenderness not getting lost in the rustle of sighs singing tunes known many times before the faster we approach we laugh

so very tired of dreaming the same old tired and mournful listless dreams since you've gone keep wondering just why this sadness won't let me be come back darling and make me glad I know  our time together wasn't all bad want you need you by my side when good need your hand to hold ,when not your words add fuel to my soul want you need you by my side when disappointment blinds the way please be a loving guide since fate married us clouds of gray have turned to blue since you left this man all there ever is  lots of aimless wondering to do don't let me have to show up for unhappiness roll call depending on your restored love to never cause this heart to fall  want you need you by my side when disappointment blinds the way please be a loving guide

slaves never owned the land nor themselves and its hard to imagin if we were free in  every possible way.let me explain,master gave us a piece of land seeds and let us have credit at the corner store where our ious were accepted  plus he owned the shanty that we used to fight off the wind  rain  snow such as it was.lest I forget to make it known  master also took most of the crops when they came in  which left only enough for our family to live on until the next crops came up. this happened year after year until the ious were taler than the trees  that once hung us and let dangling like biter fruit thrown away with blood on the leaves running down to the roots.

slaves never owned the land nor themselves and its hard to imagine if we were ever free in every possible way  after Lincoln freed us.let me explain.master smiled  shook hands while giving us a piece of land seeds farming equipment and let us have credit at the corner store he owned where all ious were accepted plus the shanty that we used to fight off the wind rain dust storms snow belonged to him. lest I forget to known master also took most of the crops when they came in said it was to pay off our tabs. which left only enough food for our family to live on until the next crops came up. we watched this happen year after year until the tabs were taller than the trees that once hung us and left us dangling in the wind like bitter fruit thrown away with no thought with blood on the leaves than running down to its roots.

your love surrounds me,in a crowd of many,your searching eyes found me,your arms are the gates that open wide,to take my life in , saying silently you  belong,welcome home.

Your love is the warmth that  surrounds me, in the crowd of many, your searching eyes found me.  Those arms are the gates that open wide to take my life. Saying silently here is where you belong. Welcome home.

as mortals we love and learn,soon or late,that love can take you far beyond pain or causeit. be like a soft breese upon the cheek one minute,than smite it the very next.cradle softly your deepest emotions fears hopes dreams,than like a wayward storm **** them all.love  can lift the mind to soaring heights of discovery and inspiration,than leave you broken  battered used up like a shipwreck on life's vast shore,mend gently back all that was lost,than like a magician's sleight of hand stagger the thoughts  within wondering where things disappeared.yes, since mankind its early first steps upon the earth,all have loved lost regained, had love instruct and desert us ,as the sands  in the hour glass ,slowly fall away, we love  and learn.

as mortals we love and learn,soon or later,that love can take you far beyond pain or cause it,be like the gentle breese upon the cheek one minute,and smite it the very next.cradle softly your deepest emotions fears hopes dreams,than like a cyclone **** them all one by one.love can lift the mind to soaring heights of inspiration,than leave you broken battered  used up lke a shipwreck on life's vast shore,mend  back gently with tender emotional hands all that was lost,than like a magician 's sleight of hand stagger the sight wondering where it disappeared and was it real.yes,since mankind first took its first faltering steps upon earthly soil,all have loved lost regained ,had love instruct and desert us,as the sands in the hour glass slowly fall down to time,we love and learn.

What are we doing right now to save our teenage girls and boys
Out on city streets selling their bodies and being treated like
Throwaway toys. We need to raise protesting voices to our legislators
And really make some voting noise in an effort to save
The unprotected children every girl and boy. This is a daily problem in
Our country. We see with open eyes our children hurting and dying
And far to wise. We owe it to all of our children in Philadelphia
And around the world a clean and loving childhood every boy and girl
Human life people, should not be viewed as cheap
Far to many are dying away from home on the mean and ***** streets
And before you lay a tired head down  to sleep tonight
In your warm and clean bed, what about the children?

time and earth we plunder  thieves of resources bellies filled with pride we can always sleep but never live again pushing houses together filling the air with death minefields cruel to ourselves and one another so easy to accept power over faith greed over truth name your poison I"ll  gladly serve it free of charge limited minds come forth out of nowhere to rule over you each four elected year  they teach how to pray  save yourself for congress or the house surely won"t  they will steal the air out of the lungs with taxes  making all want to lie down until unmitigated danger has passed

you my once loving blonde haired wife ran away from home leaving me with a strawberry blonde rosy cheeked baby who can't walk or speak. that each morning rain or shine with love and fatherly paitience put into  a small wheelchair and often at night on bended knees with folded hands in prayer after i've brushed or combed  her curly blonde hair, and tenderly put her to sleep, i ask Lord, i know that she's not coming back home again and wanted to be free and this is not a prayer of complaining but i was wondering down deep inside  just what will happen to my little girl , if death comes quick and suddenly, who will take care of her Lord,what will be the  quality of  her life without me ?

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm  enslaved by chains of doubt ,you reach out a gentle loving hand to me ,suddenly its clear what love is really about.when fear with deadly hands slowly chokes life out of my dreams and I want to stay in bed with the covers over head,whatever   strength was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride.your love  recaptures  that escaped. when wide eyed unrest disturbs the  church of my familiar it seems to be if your not near and the music of time skips in an uneven beat.when your arms circle around this hungry wraist the touch is sunfire

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

the yes of your body is deep I aim the ecstasy of being forward like fire held back to long wanting to be held feeling as empty as winter of summer life  and green needing desire and touch if not shared the flesh takes hold of fault the dream escapes not soars the grief lasts for what might have been

When I look into your eyes, I feel like a king upon a throne. Boldly claiming everything in this world, as my own.  You're my solid valiadation, as I melt in your sweet sensation, never felt so needed and alive, as when I look into your eyes. There is love's bright sunrise, and new dreams come true, when I look into your eyes. I am the man God meant for me to be, when I look into your eyes. Peace that makes every thing alright, when I look into your eyes.

She was born Eunice Waymon, but changed into Nina Simone
This concert pianist who rode her subway dream of fame uptown
All the while singing in a deep blues voice: '' Birds flying high, you know
How I feel, breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel, it's a new dawn,
It's a new day, it's a new life for me. yeah,it's a new dawn, it's a new day,
And I'm feeling good. Fish in the sea, you know how I feel, river runnin'
Free,you know how I feel,blossom on the tree, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me, and I'm feelin' good
'' I love you porgy, don't let him take me. Don't let him handle me
And drive me mad. If you can keep me , I  wanna stay here, with you Forever, And I'll be glad, yes, I loves you porgy, don't let him handle me, with his hot hands, if you can keep me, I wants to stay with you
Forever, I 've got my man

When will I love you nomore?When birds no longer sing sweet songs to a Spring world,nor wing their way across a  red sky in early morn. When the stars shine by day and the sun lights the night. When flowers,thirsty for raindrops,wilt and die. And men no longer weep nor die for love. Then i will care no more.

when  winter comes to us with its cold and dreaded touch,will we tell it to bring summer sunshine out of its closet,and stop the soft snow from falling on city streets and fogging house windows and cars with icy unwanted breath or will  all watch in silent tribute to its  awsome beauty?

where wereyou when my world came falling down,where were you when dreams laughed at me like a painted clown? where were you when each morning getting up and facing a new day made me sigh? where were you when I hid behind the closed door and cried?where were you when I was trapped in a fishing net of despair, and slowly looked around and couldn't find anybody that cared?oh now I know,you hadn't met me yet. and each time that we're apart it hurts me to my heart,those lost moments I truly regret, for love for us is tolling bells of happiness,and there is no need to ask the old question of where were you.

we  walk around like we own this place, frowns of hate and disgust and no love for each other as we stride, self-destrusting the planet while chasing after pride. we don't really know where  we're  going without God on our side moving fast and inpatient with each other and not in gear and every waking moment  attacked by new wants and fears.  who do we think we are, acting like we own this  planet , taking self-respect and dignity from the  weak ones, and each other  and  are we wiser  and any greater  for the people and things in life taken for granted. who do we think we are?

in my nursing home room within these carpeted halls,who do you see? probably a sharp tongued old woman with polident kept dentures, a white mane of unruly hair,thick ankles in short socks vein lined legs, a portly shaped body draped in   a cotton patterned nightgown covering a depends.pictures on the wall of old memories,with alife slowly heading to a closing chapter. but I see a young girl of twenty three holding the arm of a world war two soldier,standing with me before the altar exchanging vows.the hospital picture with my nursing first born son of six sons.a house  on holidays filled with bubbling laughter, and welcome toasts with a bountiful  food table. a granddaughter who finished at the top of her class ready to defend those falsely accused pro bono. a picture of myself before marriage dancing  a first ballet.i see your youth, you see my worn down old age. I hear you speak of far away vacations,that my body and limited funds cannot take. you see a world ripe with opportunies, I see bedbaths, a bag of  waste to change,family members rarely seen . you see the hands on the wall clock not spinning fast enough for check out and the party awaiting. now in these final moments I see what you can't see,angels  coming in bursts of bright light and golden wings, to bear me away from this painful suffering life.

Listen  son    stop   trying   to   tell  me    i   don't   belong  here    because   i'm  black    i  was  born   in   the  state   of   Virginia  which  makes  me  American  these    large  brown  eyes  see   before  me  in  you     i  see   beyond   your    phony   pretend  concern    you  expert  on  me  kung  fu  words   all  the   while   trying   to  edge  closer   to   my  personal   life   which   will  remain   closed  claiming  to  follow  Denzil  Washington or Oprah  which  is  supposed  to  make  me  feel  loved   and  distracted    what  do  you   know   about   the  highs  and  lows  of  being Black? I'm  about  to  back  you   up  and    put   you  in    your   place  and    stay  out   of   the  place  you  keep   trying   to  put  me    cause  who  i  am  ...is   me .

the heart unloved so quickly plunges into rapid decline,and darkness stands guard over the words and deeds of what might have been shared,who knows how far or near that place,before love in all its shinning light and wonderous beauty,will dwell among us,all creeds and colors.

people told me, what love could do, I  would laugh their words away, than your  love rearranged, and made my life, new again, who would have thought, that  I  could  love you, this way, who could have thought, that I coul, love you this way,your love, took,me in, and  made me ,your own, who would have thought, that I could, love you, this way, your love, mended me, when  this man, was broken, and could not, find my way, your arms , are my warm shelter, from disappoints and storm, when the winds, of doubt, knocked me down, your hand, stayed in mine, each time, planting  a kiss, on my troubled brow, who would have thought, that I could, love you, this way,  I thought I knew you,yesterday, but i'll  know you better, today, in everyway, who would have thought, that I could love you, this way

so we shared a dream or two,as time went racing by,grief never lasts for long,soon I know these tears will dry,love has gone far away, and found a new place to hide,you left me lonely here, but my heart can,t tell me why.

So we shared a dream or two, as time went racing by.Grief never  lasts for long i've heard and soon these tears will dry .Seems that love has gone away,and found a new place to hide. So you left me  lonely here,but my heart can't tell me why.

willow don't weep for me though these tears are falling reach out soft branches like a long awaken dream holding ever so tenderly I stand before with no sorrow or pitiful plea these tears are free like the river of love flowing inside endlessly romance knows where I love and will take a  chance on me whisper to each waiting ear that love has not been unkind don't need a willow dropping tears or feeling sad as can be my heart is brave for every searching eye to see willow just cry for yourself don't forget to moan and sigh  let shadows hide in the night's darkness but willow don't weep for me

will the real,stand up, and who will I see, there  are so many, split up parts, to my life, its almost like, living, a false identity, to my sisters, I'm the older ,smiling brother, to my brother, the one he remembers,singing and laughing and singing,  often working 12 hour shifts, unlike any other, and to mom , if she were still alive, I'd be, the first born,loving son, working to help, his siblings, grow up,, to my co-workers, I talk, but not a lot, but do my job, with everything , I've got, to the neighbors, they  probably think  me friendly,yet reserved, I gave a quick hello, and a quicker goodbye, to the vote seekers, my is a favorite friend, but they  never can help , the pain inside, that never ends, to my girlfriend, across town, woman who opens, passion's door, in the heat of discovery, deep down , life is so much more,will the real me, stand up, everybody wants, and needs, something, from me, a personal thing to be gained, waiting around, to steal your goods, or even your own name,, nothing left . to give. not even, my personal dreams, everything is moving, so fast, nothing  remains ,  the same, will the real me, stand up, either run away, or take a brave bow, will the real me, stand up, I need to know who,you are, now

Without you i would be nothing  at all , your love lifts me up higher and higher and builds this  man  inside whenever i would fall. nobody  ever could come into my life and love away my fears and tears, all my faith is without a doubt standing true, treat this heart this heart tenderly like a child would a doll, cause Lord  without you , i would be nothing at all.

Everybody  is  going  somewhere, it  seeems  that  i'm  going  nowhere  only  to  the  places that  lie  still and  resting  in  my mind. Trouble  knocking  on  my  door , crying  and  to  scared   to  answer  hiding  in  the dark  shadows.  I can't  take  this  life  that  i'm   any more, won't  somebody  help me  please?  Each day that  i  wake  up,  and  stare  at  the  clock  on  the  wall ,time  is leaving  me  here ,watching  spring quickly  turning  into fall. I   tried to earn  money  every  way  that  i  know  how , but debts and  bills  like  leaking  water  are going  out  of  here  real  slow. Won't  somebody   help me  please? I  believe  that  somewhere  maybe  far  away  waits  a  better  life. God's  is  leading  on  to  a brighter  day. Lord, look  down  and help  me  please.

Everybody  is going  somewhere, it  seems  that  i'm  going  nowhere, to  the  places  that  lie still  and  resting  in my mind. Trouble  knocking  on  my  door,  crying  and  to  scared  to answer, hiding  in  the  deep  dark  shadows. I can't  take  this life  that  i'm  living  any  more,won't  somebody  help  me  please? Each  day  that  i  wake  up, and  stare  at  the  clock  on  the  wall, time  is  leaving  me  here,  watching  spring quickly  turning  into  fall. I've  tried  to  earn  money  every  way  that  i  know  how, but  debts  and  bills like  a leaking  fauset  are  going  out  of   here  real  slow. Won't  somebody   help   me   please ?  I  believe  that  somewhere  maybe  far  away  waits  a better  life. God's is  leading  me on  to  a brighter  day. Lord , look down  and  help me please.

This  is  a noted   to  remind   us  all  to  grow  tired   of  any  questionable  and  uncertain  path   your   relationship  might  take   and  always  realize  that  women  like  emotional   nurturing  and  centering  in  themselves-  which  helps  them  to  grow  in  a  positive / sane  direction   i've  often  wondered  and  it  is't  a  pleasant  wonder   why   the   wrong  people   fall  in   love   and   become   a   pair - what  causes   cracks   in  the  foundation   of  love -  some  warp   in  the  chromosomes,   some  flaw  in  the  genes   a thin   film  of  paranoia  in  the  embryonic  sac ?  is  it   the  stresses  of  modern  life  or  Mozart's  Requiem  of  the  full  moon  or  no  moon  at  all?  was  it  the  march   beyond  being  strangers  perhaps-  that  destroyer  of  great  expectations ?  or  does  love   bring  forth  a  dormant  madness  that  always   begins  on  a  day  that  other wise  seems  normal -  beautiful  even, fate  thumbing  its  nose  at  the  future ?   mutual   sharing  is  required  for  any  lasting  relationship  but sharing  is  not  in itself   what  i'm  talking  about. nor  is   relationship.   i'm  talking   of  the  capacity  to   meet  and  be  met   such  meetings   from  time  to  time   are  the  essential  growing  points   in  any  live   relationship  could  hardly  be  used.    the  modern  emphasis  on  relationships  between  two  people  can   degenerate  into  mere  exclusiveness   and  a    self-conscious  sharing  which   valuable  though   it  is   may   become   an  infringement  of  privacy  or  an  abuse  of  intimacy.  deliberate  sharing  is   dangerous.  new   ideas  which   are  forming  in  the  dephs  of  the  mind  can  be  destroyed  or  crippled  by  being  shared  to  soon   it's  like  dragging  a  baby  from  the  womb  before  it's  ready  to  to  be  born   or  digging   a  tulip  bulb   up  to  watch  the  sprouting  of  the  roots   respect   for  another  person's  privacy  is  as   important   as    sharing  thoughts  the  deepest  communication  will  in   any  case  take  place  in  moments   of  silence    every   time  i  think   it  is  one's  own  attitude  not  the  the  relationship  on  which  one  needs  to  work  it's  a  fact  that  in  any  partnership   if  one  partner  becomes  quite   clear  in  himself  what  it  is  the  situation  requires   the  chances   are  it  will  not  even  be  necessary  to  voice  it   the  other   will  somehow  pick  up  the  point  and  comply  with  no  words  said   internal  clarity  anywhere   seems  to  have  the  effect   of  an  invisible  guiding  force   can  be  trusted  to  affect  not   only   personal  relationships  but   outer   situations   for   the  person  who  has  achieved  inner  clarity   new  paths   appear  and  doors  open    without  the  need   to  knock

yesterday was a journey filled with dark thoughts as I walked through a barren flowerless garden of loneliness unbeliveving  and dismal was my future outlook and the world point of view the sun of brilliant splendor usually far above in the sky seemed to be playing peek a boo .today the sky is clear with birds newly composed music once again I hold within the knowledge that life is dear and am brave enough to face anything that suddenly comes along because you my sweet and wonderful love inspire my heart within to sing a lush lovely song

look for me in downtown streets of yesterday memory drifting by or the silent corner of youth the tables emptied of sound and fury walls peeled of paint where panting shadows used to come cold nights the dust in the wind I am  the riptide searching a path unknown my windows reek of urban decay and rot my body's knees creak like old wooden doors my fire cooled by age I am of the world,but apart I am soul man time dancing to the beat of my lady"s eyes dark hair gone ,dome empty of waves white teeth  missing spaces I let love whispers fill my waiting ears so I can offer thank yous of my trembling past I look to the place where young and faraway dreams begin to come undone

yesterday, a journey filled with dark thoughts ,as I  walked through a barren,flowerless garden of loneliness,unbeliveing and dismal was my future outlook,and  the world point of view, the sun of brilliant splendor, usually far above in the sky,seemed to be playing peek a boo, today the sky is clear ,with birds newly composed music once again, I hold within  the knowledge that life is dear and I'm brave enough to face, anything that suddenly comes along, because you my sweet, wonderful love, inspire my heart within ,to sing a lush lovely song.

you are the sun of my inspiration,fireworks of excitement the refreshing gentle rain of belief putting out the hot burning coals of uncertainty .the welcome oasis in the desert of my need. the longed for vision inside created into life . the one who makes me run on in the race of life for I pray that time will favor the runner

Your love is my concern
That"s why it must be treated tenderly
We go together oh so well
And I need you to ever remain loving and strong
Here with me.
And the nights when I'm all alone
Your lingering memory is always so free
Your love  rests in my heart and mind
And I want that pure sweetness to always be