Time is the healer that carries us over the line,
when we are saddened with someone we’re leaving behind,
as we become holders of hearts that are broken apart,
but memories and time are menders of a broken heart.
You can talk to the heavens and plead with your God up above,
and pray that it’s wrong, for you still want to deal out your love,
but life after death is something that’s out of our hand,
when memories and time are healers to help understand.
Memories are stored where the tears are not too far away,
and time draws a line attempting to widen each day,
but you still see the reason that makes you cross over the line,
where memories and time are meant to wipe out that sign.
Life is so precious that we cannot know when we die,
we don’t feel the heartache and we don’t hear anyone cry.
Our legacy’s strong the day that the church bells will chime,
and our soul is judged by the strength of memories and time.
1. EARTH SONG
Sing a song to Earth…
Archetypical Mother,
Our feeding Bosom…
2. PRIVILEGED
Look in the mirror:
Created in His image…
Beautifully hued
3. DAMN HUNGER
Hunger…unworthy
Throw away the leftovers:
We must save more lives…
4. MENDERS
Threading her needle,
Poet’s words fill the mind’s eye;
Torn truths are mended.
Threading her needle,
Poets’ words fill the mind’s eye;
Torn truths are mended.
Our world is torn;
We must be menders,
Carers helpers and defenders,
Brothers, builders and befrienders--
Though the ripper's evil slashes
Flay the world to grievous gashes--
We must mend and employ
Needles of kindness and threads of joy.
There is a little garden
Where ickle cherubs stay
They are hearts little menders
Under natures scented bouquet
Red threads they pull and spin
From the cotton tree behind
To mend our broken hearts
Their sewing so intertwined
They sit and sew and sew
To mend our broken hearts
As they bring two halves together
And wonder why they part
They have heard so many stories
As to why they drifted so
But these ickle little cherubs
Just sit and sew and sew
There is a little garden
Where broken hearts are mended
So if your heart gets broken
These cherubs will re-mend it
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Friends are givers not takers.
They are menders not heartbreakers.
Lending a hand in times of need,
helping do a timeless deed.
Standing by with arms wide open,
by your side wishing and hoping.
Never once will they turn you away,
but by your side a friend will stay.
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