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Title:

"Every cloud has a silver lining"


Passing through a dark cloud in turbulent weather,
High in the air above 35,000 feet,
Plane dipping, sometimes lower.
Ooops! says some passengers, as you silently pray.

The shaking continues, Captain's warning signal
Comes on. Do I really have to use the Exit Emergency door
As demonstrated? Please Lord, Radar or Controlling House
Guide this "ship" as the Pilot and Co-Pilot 
Use Experience to get us safely there.

Then, within minutes and less tossing,
A very bright and sunny cloud mass
Engulfs the now smoothly sailing "ship".
What a fright it was before those dark clouds,
Were enveloped by a Silver lining cloud!

Life could be like those dark clouds,
And could dip lower and lower and
Darker than the blackest pitch!
Anxiety and moaning over the perils of life.

Then at last we remember the Promise made:
"I will fortify you, yes, I will help you..."
Praying for Strength when it does not seem so;
Then out of the blues, blessings through those
You never knew, a silver lining for every dark cloud!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tj75Arhq5ho 
Metallica - Nothing else matters


Free Lyrical  Verse

Title:

"Nothing Else Matters"


Setting the Stage with the team,
Drums, Guitars, Keyboards, Mikes,
A real atmosphere for my endeavors!

No matter what's happening around me,
 Music will always be  my thing.
Nothing else matters!

Whether I'm cooking, entertaining, 
Drinking cocoa, exercising:
I don't care what's happening,
Music is my very soul.

Never care for what they say od do,
I give to the poor guy on the corner,
Music sets me free, I'm free.

Looking at pictures and future plans,
My guitar is all that matters to me.
Music eases my pain to the core!

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Questionku


Title:

"Mother With A Sick Or Ailing Son."


They liked the fact that she cared for her son,
But does that help them at all?
Why does some just stand by without a helping hand?

What does this mother need to have?
Do you see her dear son's eyes?
His mouth is opened, his belly flattened!

Dehydrated? yes he is.
Suffering from malnutrition? yes he is.
Her holding him, will it comfort? yes indeed!

Then what should the crowd who like that do?
Feed them, clothe them give them shelter?
Or continue to like from the distance they hold?

See the picture? They sincerely like!
See the little boy? Will he live or die?
It is the same way some pass by when 
Others hold out hands to them, do you have
 a quarter Sir, Miss?

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