You walk the golden streets of Heaven
Your halo size smallest is slanted
So it slides off your head
Little Angel so lost and confused
Wondering the golden streets of Heaven
With no protection
Though none is needed in Heaven
Nothing bad could happen
The tips of your wings are bet
And your name engraved on your halo
So tarnished that the A is missing
Your little voice soft and beautiful
In the Heavenly Choir
Your gown so small
That though it covers your feet
Littlest Angle
We called you that
Five minutes old
Now that you're gone
The name stands true
You're the Littlest Angel
It's black outside,
With a brilliant moon,
That shines as bright as day,
The stars with golden arches,
Speeding across the sky,
Comets glow then fall,
One after another,
Now let's go aboard the Milky Way,
Do you know the legend,
The stars underneath the planets blaze,
The sun burning for eternity,
Now let's go to the Big Dipper,
Then the Little Dipper right behind it,
Now let's leave the big black sky,
Let's go home at last,
Good bye sky.
The wave crash majestically,
Upon the shell covered, sandy beach,
The lifeguard watches over us,
As we swim blissfully.
As I sit at the waters' cool edge,
I feel the water run gently over my legs,
Embraced by the waters peaceful caresses,
Watching the tiny clams wash up on shore.
A seagull lands by my side,
I'm giving it pieces of my stale and sandy bread,
But when the water rises again,
It flies away towards the limitless sky.
I run into the water once more,
Meeting the wave halfway,
The wave hits me,
And I tumble head over heels.
The waves are swiftly growing,
And the foam is heavier and lasts longer,
The water on the beac
'My dream for America' is an interesting topic. If someone had asked me that on the street, or began a conversation with this question, I probably would have replied "peace" or for "nobody to go hungry." But now, after really thinking about it, I realize that that wouldn't be my answer at all. My answer is simple, yet it's complicated. It should be easy, but it's hard. It should be here now, but it's not. My answer is, "Unity."
The United States of America. It is stated quite clearly, isn't it? How can one statement be so close to the truth, yet so far? We live in the same country, with the same laws, and the same rights, but 'are we equal?'
Time and again, you are confronted with your past. You cannot outrun things you have done; you cannot escape your conscious. Sometimes though, you are confronted with not only your past, but also another's. No, confronted would not be the right word. Not so much confronted as unable to let the memory go. As I sit here today, I am surrounded by thoughts that don't belong to myself alone. True that they are not another's thoughts, but they seem not to be mine. Confusing, yes, even to myself as I say it. I am surrounded by another's memories. No, not her memories but her memory.
Can you know someone without actually meeting him or her? So many
Some people aren't as lucky as me
I'm just not who I used to be
You saved me from the dark
You saved me with your heart
Pulling me from my self destruction
You gave me a reason to live
When I found you
Light shown through the rain
Pulling me from before the train
But can you save me now
Please, oh please, just tell me how
To bring myself up from the ground
Letting me face what I fear most
Let me find you as you once found me
Let me find you
Some people aren't as lucky as me
I'm just not who I used to be
You saved me from the dark
You saved me with your heart
Can I be content to sit here
Watching you with her
Watching you
I feel the walls closing in
I can't help think of how it could have been
Did you leave me because of this
Or did you leave me for the kiss
Did you ever love me
Or was I just your free meal
Did you ever want to be
Or was this just a one year deal
Don't worry though
I'll be over you
You'll want me back
But we'll be through
Do you think we could have been
Or was it just meant to end
Do you want me there with you
Or did I miss my cue
Don't worry though
I'll be over you
You'll want me back
But we'll be through
I'll be over you
We'll be through
Did you ever love me
Did you ever want to be
Don't worry though
I'll be over you
Today's the day
The day that I'll make my own way
Leaving the past behind
Moving towards a future of a different kind
I can't say that I didn't enjoy
Being your little toy
But now I need to live
On something other then what you want to give
I'll move forward
No matter what you say
Tired to being your little ward
I'm leaving going far away
I won't look back
Won't let you attack
No matter what you say
Here I can't stay
I can't say that I didn't enjoy
Being your little toy
But now I need to live
On something other then what you want to give
I'm not going to be your toy anymore
I've found my center, my core
I know now that I
Soft brown eyes, a joyous smile.
Long red hair, a passionate kiss.
Smooth skin, a calming voice.
Days go by and I long for her.
Her smile melts my heart.
I dream of the day I can
Hold her in my arms.
One day, not so far off
Ill hold her in my arms.
Lay beside her, close beside her.
And whisper three words.
Those three words, three
Simple words.
I
Love
You
A single look. So sweet, sincere
Shell never know what I think
Holding her, on the brink
Of falling in to delight
Love and joy each day
And night
A single kiss. My mind eraseed
What I never felt before
My heart to aflame
Light of my life
One hug, one touch
My life fulfilled
Her love
All I want
'My dream for America' is an interesting topic. If someone had asked me that on the street, or began a conversation with this question, I probably would have replied "peace" or for "nobody to go hungry." But now, after really thinking about it, I realize that that wouldn't be my answer at all. My answer is simple, yet it's complicated. It should be easy, but it's hard. It should be here now, but it's not. My answer is, "Unity."
The United States of America. It is stated quite clearly, isn't it? How can one statement be so close to the truth, yet so far? We live in the same country, with the same laws, and the same rights, but 'are we equal?'