April 19, 1995 Tears from the heart Fell on this April day; For the dead and wounded In bombed out ruins they lay.

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?

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…

Their love is like a garden In need of tender care, And she must guard it lovingly For buds to blossom there. For love will keep on blooming,

Oh how mighty the mountain Home of clouds, home of thunder Brown and copper Rainbow reds mosaic pattern Beautiful in summer

A father’s love is special, it is… It isn’t earned and can’t be bough… Through childhood scrapes and tear… Through teenage years boys and dat… Had she listened to your wisdom in…

Darkness, darker Waning noon, sounds Night’s scent pervades Calling loneliness, Surrounding.

To look upon crystal blue skies, And see beyond with childlike eyes… To feel the joy with heart, wide o… And to lovingly employ that which… To know the power that is given to…

The little one never forgets to st… And pick flowers for a pot To give someone very special indee… Whether it be all bloomed out or j… They clutch them in their little h…

Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…

Come the night on velvet wings, Ephemeral chorus rings. Melodic silence fills the calm, Awaits the mist-like rays of dawn. Tranquil beauty of the night

Thousands of times Over and over again Expressing his heart and mind Staying out of the summer rain Writing his feelings over and over

Beautiful Love, Mother of Love A shoot from Jesse, the tribe of… Oh Blessed Mother, their Mother… They hail Thee Queen of heaven an… Beautiful Love, Queen of their so…

He is as black as The pupil of his eye. He is as white as The bone under his flesh. He is a one-eyed and two-faced

Riding a pale horse, Death is not a hooded skeleton. Scythe bone-knuckled gripped, Sockets wide as lunar craters With stars flickering in their dep…