The egomaniac has no power
unless you pause to hear him:
the bully shrivels in his tower
unless he makes you fear him.
Keep my heart safe
My lowly love of serenity
For in you I have found a
Treasure more precious
Than gold and twice as
Brilliant as the moon
In the carpet of heavenly
Stars twinkling upon
Mother Earth in the
Night of misty melody
I shall love you forever
My romantic counterpart
Dallying in your arms
In each waking hour
A plethora of virtual
Madness not seen in
Conjoined hearts of today
Tomorrow and forever
Past the light of an August sun
Through the heart who has done
All the nurturing of the garden
Silencing the dark, offering pardon
Past the echo of September morn
Unfriendly chill who comes to warn
As Autumn pours in tender leaves
For a passing Summer who grieves
Past the kindness of October praise
Whispers of wind and wings amaze
Gentling the night with soft smiles
From moon and stars seen for miles
Past the miracle of November’s embrace
Stirring dreams who live with her grace
Giver of life, giver of light, giver of love
Souls recall - true joy comes from above
As Autumn finally holds Winter’s hand
We know the seasons are as God planned
From moment to moment… wonders
Remind us all that His voice thunders…
In a promise, where He reassures the heart
With Him beside us, we’ll never come apart!
IS IT TO LATE TO BE YOUR LOVER
AT LEAST THEN CAN I BE YOUR MAN
SOUNDS LIKE IT CONTRIDICTS THE OTHER
BUT I'LL EXPLAIN IT THE BEST I CAN
LET YOUR LOVE FOR ME BE THE START
TO ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR FREIND
THEN BEYOND THESE CONTRIDICTIONS
OUR RELATIONSHIP CAN BEGAN
IS IT TO LATE FOR YOU AND ME
IS IT TO LATE FOR YOU AND I
IS IT TO LATE FOR US TO BE
I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME FOR
US TO BE
A LITTLE CLOSER THAN WE WERE BEFORE
To our friends, no disrespect intended
Sanction this, Mr. President.
Canada is not, up for rent.
Talking about, world presence.
It’s time we built, ourselves a fence.
Why is the price of oil so high.
Why do you send, your youth to die.
You claim to be, a god fear nation.
I can't believe it, part of creation.
When is your plan, to walk right through.
That line dividing us, from you.
You think we'll take it, sitting down.
You'll see our smile, turn into frown.
So, sanction this, Mr. President.
Think twice before you pitch that tent.
I'm pretty sure, if you want more.
We burnt that house, of white before.
This land of ours, is not yours to take.
This land of ours, for heaven’s sake.
Will have to be the starting place.
That slaps you good, right in your face.
Sanction this.
SHM
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