There was a time she wanted to say… Other times she wondered why So young so full of life which wil… As beautiful as the new day’s dawn She can see the end is near

An old gray headed grandma sat alo… She looked out her window with a h… She said, “I guess no one cares o… When suddenly there came a soft kn… She got up slowly and limped acros…

The thin little girl had very curl… She had been alone all day which w… Other young ladies had sisters and… But her mother had died leaving ju… Her tired arms rested on the old p…

The scent of a blossom So fragrant and frail Beauty of such quality As like told in a fairy tale. A symbol of life

Happiness is found in special mome… Spent with good friends Looking forward to happy times That will be shared in the days to… Comfort comes in knowing

The world’s getting weaker and wis… Her mother used to say. What’s going to happen to a people Who never stop to pray? Is there no hope for tomorrow?

Oh, she wishes that she could fly To hover in the sky. Be close to you, her Lord, Under your caring and powerful eye… Only then would she feel as free a…

You are her younger brother, Like you there is no other. They grew up having lots of fun, She regrets those days are done. It’s sad that childhood can’t last…

But there was a window That standing silently Over the garden, peered out To the broken moon light And shade, and watched

Hate surrounds their lives. It is in what they say or do. She doesn’t relish living this way… ...How about you? There must be something they can a…

As she sits here all alone, Thinking of you coming home She wishes the door would open wid… And you would just step inside She has not faced that dreadful

The sidewalks glittered Like August snow that hot dawn He drove her through town Blind months of waiting broken On the bedroom floor back home.

On a brisk autumn day, Atop a great hill; The voice was born, To warm off a chill. ’Tis a voice of reason,

In a tidal wave of remembrance, She searched for meaningful existe… She panned for prosperity with a s… The web of life she lived to weave… Wondering nomadically in uncharted…

Rivers Rivers Rivers cool cold Refreshing rivers, running, leapin… Joyously over the waterfalls. Flying rapturously through the air With a song of praise cupping