Beautiful Sorrow

Old and new Dust and dawn Stars and light A force not to change. A pasting of the times. A guide of the hours. These only seem to grasp the beauty that I can see. But if you look they also grasp the sorrow that I feel. I see a child grow, And the parent is left behind, Only to miss the joy that is gone. You wouldn’t think a simple thing as this could break a heart, But you also never thought you would be so caught in a war, A war that threatens to tears us all apart at a time when we need the most. One knows not enough freedom to be the free person she is. One knows only the day when you are not you and instead she becomes the mom. One knows only the cruel words that fill you heart and mouth. She is active but is chained by your love. She is the child who plays the mother because of love. She is the music lover abuse by your love. Joy! Love! Music! That is who they are but that parent that will morn their absents, Is the one that in the end will push them all away. Now as I sit here and vent my sorrow for you, I can only hope you get my meaning. I love all of you so much. I don’t want this war to tear us all apart. So as I go on I only say just listen and then talk. First to you the free bird who is caged. Leah, You are active. You are kind. You are caring. You are out spoken. You are independent. You are a Queen, The heart of your land. Never loose that my friend for kindness my get you far but just being you will set you free. Next is to you guardian angel who’s wings were clip long ago. Samantha, You are kind. You are loving. You are the career of wounds. You are peace keeper of us all. You are the Healer, The curer of illnesses. Don’t loose your power for in the end it is your own magic that will heal your wings. And now to a harmony in the beauty of a song that forever goes unheard. Meghan You are kind. You are wise. You are creative. You are musical. You are the Priestess. The protector of the altar. Never forget your girt of music cause some day you’ll play that song that all will love. So just remember weather you are a Bird, an Angel, or a Song, All can soar. All can live. But most of all they can be. Cause I will tell you well I can, This world was not meant for ones as beautiful as we. For we are bound by more then just heart and soul. Love ya’ll