A sudden scene, a sudden fright,
Or just imagination’s flight?
Love’s always good, the best of all,
But is not always there, on call,
And then there’s sadness and there’s pain,
When Love is gone, creations wane,
You feel you’ll Never write Again!
A sudden scene, a sudden fright,
Or just imagination’s flight?
Love’s always good, the best of all,
But is not always there, on call,
And then there’s sadness and there’s pain,
When Love is gone, creations wane,
You feel you’ll Never write Again!
Secretly, that love confessed,As if words were not intendedTo be stressed,A rose petal’s sweet caress,Quickly, safely kept in lover’s nestFrom where it will never part,Flowing harmony, love’s harpAlmost silently, love’s artTenderly, can have its start.
Are those fewThat get along,That dance and singTo the same song,It’s a gift like no other,Sister, sister, Brother, brotherNot by bloodBut by the Soul,It’s so greatWhen in this WorldOf so much insincerityAnd hateYou can feel,You’re not, alone.
To decide for me?How, I am to live?What I am to know?Or where is My Life,Supposed to go.You’re not a god,Much less, a king,You’re not even a Clown,In a Circus ring.
All they want is to reach others,Make their days a bit more sunny,I assure you from experience,They’re not in it for the money.
Certain words just seem to fly,From the Heart,Like a magical harp,Whose strings are touched,We play, we write,Beyond logic, Beyond love,Beyond life, Beyond Time.
You are the bestIn usAnd when trulyFound and Felt,The blessing,Of a Lifetime,Our greatest wealth.